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there are any job openings? Maybe in janitorial?”
    “Try stopping by Becca’s desk, in HR. Who’s it for?”
    “My boyfriend’s brother,” I say with a smile. Hint, hint.
    “Oh, great. Well, see you around, then,” he says, taking a sip from his coffee and realizing that it’s still too hot. I wince as he dribbles it out of his mouth and turns away.
    “Girl…” Abby says, sidling up to me.
    “He’s a doctor! There must be plenty of women who would be interested. I just wish he’d stop doing these little favors for me,” I say. Though I can’t help but think how good that latte smells.
    “Just show him a picture of Drifter. I would take his cut over Green’s stethoscope any day,” Abby sighs.
    “Me too,” I smile back at her.
    After a stop by the HR department, I head home. The dogs jump on me as I enter the house, but quickly run over to the back door and start clawing at the glass, telling me know they need to be let out. I slide the door open for them and they sprint past me. I follow them out, and once they’ve relieved themselves, I grab a stick and toss it for them.
    Kalb has longer legs and outruns Scout every time, so I grab another stick for him and throw it in the opposite direction, but they keep getting interested in the other one’s game. Eventually I just drop both and run straight for them. They split and bark at me excitedly, then try to chase me down.
    I’m out of breath when I hear the door slide open and see Drifter walk out in his dirty work clothes. He smiles and then starts to run toward me. I wait for him to break away but he just comes right for me. I shriek as he scoops me up in one fluid motion and tips me back over his shoulder. The dogs start chasing us both around as I laugh and pound on his back.
    Finally he deposits me on the ground, barely out of breath as I struggle to catch mine.
    He leans forward with a gleam in his eye and kisses me softly on the mouth, the sweat from his hard day’s work glistening on his lips.
    “Hi,” he whispers, pulling just a centimeter back from my face.
    “Hi,” I whisper back, biting my lip. His proximity, the scent of his sweat mixed with dirt, cause an aching knot to form in my stomach.
    I slide my fingers under the hem of his white t-shirt, grazing his skin just above his faded jeans. I run my hand lightly across the tops of his pants, my fingertips touching the trail of hair leading down from his belly button. I hear him take a deep breath in.
    “Hey, I bought steaks for dinner!” We break away from each other as Marcus calls to us from the house. Drifter smiles at me, then turns to wave to his brother.
    He takes my hand and pulls me gently toward the house. I want to spend some more time alone with this delicious man, but I suppose hosts have duties to fulfill.
    “The guy at the counter said to fry those with butter, not grill them,” Marcus says as we walk back in the house, the dogs trotting after us.
    “These are really nice cuts of meat,” Drifter observes, turning over the package wrapped in white paper. “You didn’t have to spend money on all this.”
    “That’s OK. I was just hanging out here all day, so I figured I’d run out and grab some food for dinner since you guys were both working.”
    I frown. Kalb and Scout were acting like they’d been alone for hours when I got home.
    “Oh, that reminds me,” I say. “I grabbed an application for you from the HR department at the hospital.”
    “Thanks,” he replies, glancing it over and setting it down on the counter. “I’ll apply tomorrow.”
    Drifter cooks the steaks like the butcher suggested, and they really are delicious. And I have to admit, it is fun to see him and Marcus together. Even though it sounds like they didn’t see much of each other growing up, there are still behavioral similarities between them that are eerie. I laugh as Marcus neatly layers a bite of steak with the potatoes and onions that are also on his plate.
    “I’m sorry,” I