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.” She reached out and fingered the pil ow. It was covered in a crisp white pil owcase that felt cool and soft to the touch. “I just met you.”
    “Trust me,” he said, grinning. “You won’t be the first girl to be laying on the couch right after she met me.”
    She stared at him blankly. “I guess that’s supposed to be a joke.”
    “Yeah. It’s a joke.”
    But she knew it wasn’t. He might have been trying to be funny, but obviously he’d had many women here. If he wasn’t taking care of her, she would hate him. Hel , she kind of hated him anyway.
    “Lay down,” he said again.
    “I’m fine.” But she was settling back into the couch. He draped the blanket over her, and she leaned her head back against the pil ow. It was soft and luxurious, and for a quick moment, she closed her eyes.
    The buzzer rang from downstairs. “It must be the food,”

    Reid said. He hit the button and told the doorman to let the person up.
    “Do you always do that?” she asked, raising her head.
    “Always do what?”
    “Just let people up when you don’t know who they are.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean that you didn’t even bother to ask who it was.” One of the reasons Alexis had taken this apartment was because Jack had assured her there was a doorman at this building. It added an extra layer of security and protection that she needed.
    Reid frowned, like he didn’t understand. “But I just ordered food.”
    “Yes, but how did you know it was the food? It could be an intruder or something!”
    He laughed. “Hilarious.”
    There was a knock on the door, and he crossed the room and opened it. Sure enough, it was the delivery guy. Reid paid him and brought the food into the living room.
    “How much do I owe you?” Alexis asked, propping herself up on the pil ow behind her. She readjusted the blanket over her body. How was it that he had such nice things?
    This blanket was way too cozy to exist in a man’s apartment.
    “Don’t worry about it.” Reid was in the kitchen now, gathering up plates and utensils.
    “Thanks.” Usual y she would have protested, but since she hardly had any money, she’d al ow him to pay for her. Just this once.
    He came back and loaded her plate up with Chinese food.
    Then he picked the remote up from the coffee table.
    “Do you mind if we watch the game?” he asked. “I DVR’d it last night, and I haven’t had a chance to watch it yet.”
    Alexis shrugged. “It’s your house.”
    He turned the game on. Basebal . Great. Out of al the sports, basebal was her least favorite. Not that she was al that interested in any sport, but she could at least get into a good basketbal game if she had to. Basebal was so boring. It took hours and hours, and most of it was just the players standing around. Plus if one team was up by a few runs, there was no sense in real y even watching the last few innings. At least in basketbal , you felt like anything could happen.

    Fifteen minutes later, Reid was completely absorbed in the game. He kept yel ing things at the television, like, “Oh, come on!” and “He was safe!”
    “So you’re a Yankee fan, I take it?” Alexis asked. She pushed a piece of rice around her plate.
    “Of course.” He looked at her, a piece of moo shu pork on his chopsticks.
    “You?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t fol ow basebal .”
    “Wel , now that you live in New York, you’re going to have to decide.”
    “Decide?”
    “Yeah. Are you a Yankees fan or a Mets fan?”
    She shook her head. “What’s the difference?”
    He sighed, like her question pained him. And then, before he could answer her, there was another buzz from the intercom. “Hold that thought,” he said and crossed the room. He pushed the button, then glanced at her and made a big show of saying, “Who is it?”
    “Someone’s here to see Alexis,” the doorman answered.

    “Shal I send him up?”
    Reid looked at her, and Alexis’s blood ran cold. She couldn’t speak. That same