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I've come to understand means that he is pleasantly surprised. I want to tell him that it's not because I have magic powers but because I remember so much about him, but I just can't seem to. He obviously doesn't remember me anyway, so what's the point of looking like a schoolgirl with a crush?
    "Okay," Tyler says after a moment. "So what's next?"
    "Next . . . well, you need furniture for this place, and your car is just a short term rental, so we need to get you a longer term replacement. Even though the stadium is going to be just a five minute walk from here. You could walk to work most days."
    Tyler thinks about it, then shakes his head. "I think I'll keep the car still. Is there any way we can get another Mustang?"
    "Let's find out."
    The real estate agent isn't quite as happy as she had been when Tyler says he'll take the apartment, as she's got to be losing out on a bigger bonus for it, but still, Tyler's sexiness is magnetic, and I notice that she writes another phone number on the back of her business card that she hands him after he signs the rental agreement.
    "Once the Fighters transfer the deposit, the keys will be available for pickup," she nearly purrs as she slips the card into his shirt pocket. I'd expected Tyler to be wearing just a t-shirt like most of the new players, but instead he's wearing a Tommy Bahama button down Oxford casual and looks amazing in it. "But I think I can let you do some mental decorating now. Call me if you have any problems."
    Tyler gives her a knee weakening smile and she almost floats out the door as he and I look around. He's excited, and I realize that for him, this is the first time he's actually rented his own place. When he turns around on the balcony and is sporting a ear to ear grin, I can't help but return it. "This is pretty fucking awesome!”
    "Tyler, as someone who's rented her own apartment for a while, trust me, the charm wears off," I reply, shocked at my forwardness. I've never been this forward with the other players, I'd just let them run wild. That's probably been part of my problem, actually. Maybe I am following Mr. Larroquette's advice, or maybe it's just because it's Tyler.
    Tyler's grin doesn't falter, and he waves me toward him, turning around to lean against the railing of the balcony, and giving me a nice view of his butt. "Come on April, look at this," he says, his eyes looking out over the lake. "Isn't this a great view? And you're right, I'll be close to the water. By the way, why'd you say no water yesterday?"
    "It's great now, but come the end of the season and through winter, the wind off the lake can be chilly," I answer, leaning on the railing next to him. "Toronto's pretty cold in winter. Hope you like snow."
    "I guess I can put up with it for a few weeks, before the Cup, you know? Off seasons back in Cali, come up here in spring . . . hell, it'll be nice weather year-round for me."
    His words throw ice water on the reality of my situation, and I swallow deeply. "Yeah, I guess that'd be nice."
    Tyler blinks, and realizes what he just said. "Yeah . . . sorry about that. I'm not trying to throw shade on Toronto, just . . . ah hell, you know."
    "I know."
    Tyler's grin comes back and he looks at me. "Let me make it up to you. I noticed down the block from the hotel the other day there was a pretty nice looking club. Do you ever go out clubbing?"
    "Not often," I admit, with not often meaning not ever. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that even in regular social events I end up keeping the potted plants company while other people have fun. I could never imagine getting the guts worked up to actually go to a club with the sexy people.
    "Well then let's go. I can be your wingman."
    I laugh, I can't help it. "My wingman?"
    "Sure," Tyler continues, not getting that I know what a wingman is, but laughed because I've never seen myself in a situation like that. "I mean, it's gotta be the same here as it is in L.A. You go out to a club by yourself, and