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work."
    He coughed, and Lana hoped he didn't have any kind of weird allergies, such as to rubber. Choosing between this guy and
    Harry, her blow-up doll, would be tough. "Any hobbies?"
    "Hmm?" He looked as if she'd spoken in a foreign language.
    "Hobbies?" she repeated with a laugh. "If we're going to be spending so much time together, I'd just like to know if you have
    any strange pastimes."
    "I have a telescope," he said, then his cheeks reddened. "I mean, I used to enjoy astronomy."
    Ah, a Science Club guy—how sweet. "Used to?"
    "My job is rather demanding. I don't have a lot of free time."
    "I can relate. What else should I know about you?"
    He shrugged. "What do you want to know?"
    Lana laughed. "Well, do you sleepwalk?"
    At last he cracked a smile, an extraordinary smile that transformed his grave features. "No, I don't sleepwalk."
    "Good, because I live on the third floor."
    He suddenly looked uncertain, and his step slowed.
    She winked. "You're not afraid of heights, are you?"
    He ran his hand over his dark hair. The movement revealed the barest glints of silver. Suddenly he stopped, and a bemused
    expression came over his face. "Listen, um, Lana, this is pretty new to me."
    Poor guy, he was still wrestling with coming out. "Don't worry," she said, laying a comforting hand on his arm. "I'll help you
    as much as I can. I want us to be friends, you know."
    In fact, until this moment, she hadn't realized how much she missed having someone with whom she could share little things.
    Oh sure, Alex lived just down the hall—but Jack was there now, too, and they were building a home on Versailles Road ,
    where the rich of Lexington migrated to live among endangered horse farms. She sensed an uncommon connection with Greg
    and hoped he would feel comfortable with her, too.
    He shook his head. "But the money—"
    "Hey, I'm fairly flexible. My rent is due on the first of the month, so as long as you pay me the day before, we're square."
    He pursed his mouth. "Exactly how much money are we talking about?"
    Ah—he was broke. A man who lived above his means, by the looks of his suit, and who probably hated the thought of having
    to share an apartment. Well, at least the man had good taste in clothing, even if he erred a bit on the Republican side. She
    smiled. "Four hundred a month."
    He studied her, as if sizing up what kind of a roommate she'd make. "In return for?"
    She gestured ahead of them to an ivy-covered brick structure. "There's my building up ahead. Why don't I just show you?"
    More studying—Greg Healey was a studier. Suddenly, she very much wanted the chance to get to know him better. Say yes,
    she urged him silently.
    His chest rose as he inhaled deeply, then he lifted his hands in a gesture of submission. "Okay, let's go."

    GREG'S HEART POUNDED as he climbed the stairs behind Lana. He suspected, however, that his elevated pulse had more
    to do with the side-to-side motion of Lana's curvy behind than the exertion of ascending two flights of stairs.
    "The elevator works most of the time," she offered over her shoulder. "But to be honest, it's so slow, I always take the stairs,
    anyway."
    She talked as if he'd be spending a lot of time in the building, Greg noted. He had to admit he admired the woman's chutzpah.
    He followed her mutely through the door at the top of the stairs, into a corridor, then wound around two corners before
    stopping behind her in front of number thirty-six.
    "This is it," she said, swinging open the wooden door.
    As Greg stood rooted at the threshold, a tiny voice he recognized as his conscience whispered, Don't do it. This woman is
    complicated. Greg's nerve endings danced with indecision. He could still turn back. He should turn back.
    But when she beamed a glorious smile his way, her eyes flashing an invitation, anticipation waxed over caution. A powerful
    surge of attraction hardened his sex. At this moment, he would have followed this beauty into a pit of tar. His feet must have
    moved,