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    Alexis Castalano, he thought, shaking his head.
    I haven’t even slept with you and you’re somehow fucking up my life.

    ***
If you asked Alexis, this whole thing was completely ridiculous. First of al , she hadn’t had a panic attack. Panic attacks were for people who were, you know, panicking.
    And she wasn’t. She’d just started feeling thirsty.
    People fainted al the time from being dehydrated. It used to happen to her students constantly. One too many minutes rehearsing for the spring show in the auditorium or playing on the playground on a hot day, and wham! They would drop like flies.
    She’d tried to tel Dr. Snyder that, but had she listened? No.
    She thought she was so smart just because she had a medical degree. Then, they’d cal ed Reid because they’d found his number in her purse! They’d gone through her things, and cal ed him because it was hospital policy. Talk about an invasion of privacy.
    Then he’d come down here, which was completely embarrassing.
    And now, to top off the complete and utter humiliation of the whole debacle, they were making Reid take her out of the hospital in a wheelchair.
    As soon as they got onto the sidewalk, she stood up.
    “Are you okay?” he asked.
    “I’m fine.”
    “Okay.” They stood there, staring at each other. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say. She supposed she should thank him for leaving work and coming down to get her.
    “You could at least thank me for coming down,” he said.
    “Thank you for coming down.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    “You can go back to work now, though,” she said.
    “Seriously, I’m fine.”
    He shook his head. “No,” he said. “I can’t.”
    “Yes, you can,” she said. “Seriously, I’m fine.”
    “The doctor said I have to watch you. So I’m going to watch you.”
    He took her hand and hailed a cab.

    ***
When they got back to the apartment, Alexis tried to go and lie down in her room.
    But Reid wouldn’t let her.
    “No way,” he said, leading her over to the couch. “You’re not lying down.”

    “Are you serious?” she asked. “They said for me to rest.”
    “You can rest. Just not unattended.” He walked to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water. He set it down on the table in front of her. “Drink that.”
    She opened it and took a sip. She hated that he was ordering her around.
    “Now,” he said. “You should probably eat something.” He returned to the kitchen, and she could hear him poking around in the refrigerator. She didn’t know why.
    Al he had was peanut butter and jel y.
    “Right,” he said, slamming the door. “We’l order lunch.” He produced a bunch of menus out of a drawer and set them down in front of her. “What do you like? Thai?
    Greek? Chinese?”
    She shrugged.
    “Oh, God,” he said, rol ing his eyes. “Don’t tel me you’re one of those girls who doesn’t eat.”
    “I eat!”
    “Okay,” he said, sitting down next to her on the couch. He fanned the menus out on the table in front of her. “Then what do you want?”
    She wasn’t hungry. But she didn’t want him to think she was one of those girls who “took care of herself.” So she grabbed the Chinese menu. “Chicken with broccoli, spring rol s, and pork fried rice.”
    Reid nodded his approval. “Good.”
    He went to place the order, then came back into the living room with a pil ow and a blanket, which he put down on the couch.
    “Who are those for?” she asked.
    “For you.” He spread the blanket down on the couch and then fluffed the pil ow.
    “Lay down.”
    She just sat there.
    “What’s wrong?” he demanded.
    “Nothing, it’s just…it’s kind of weird to be laying down in front of someone.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I don’t know.” She shifted on the couch. “I mean, I hardly know you. And now you want me to lay down on your couch? “ It was a little strange.
    “It’s not just my couch,” he said. “You live here too, now.”
    “Yeah, but stil