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on the door. Sawyer jumped away just as Andrew turned the handle and pushed the door open. Just like in her room across the hall, there wasn’t much space with a double bed. Enough to open the door. The backs of her knees collided with his bed and she almost toppled down on his navy blue comforter. Andrew didn’t come into the room. He stood in the open door to one side. He left enough space for her to slip out.
    His bright blue eyes zeroed in on her. All the tension in her body was mirrored in them. Rosie sidled up to him, rubbing her nose on his right knee. Andrew made a face, like he was in pain.
    Sawyer spoke first. “Is she gone?”
    “Yeah.” It was more a relieved sigh than a word. “Thanks, by the way.”
    “It was nothing, really.” Sawyer pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say next. Sensing that the two humans were too busy for her, Rosie jabbed her nose in Andrew’s knee once more before she shuffled away.
    “Mind if we trade spots?” He nodded at the bed.
    “Oh, uh, sure.” Sawyer ducked under his arm. The tips of his fingers grazed her hair and for once, a shiver went through her, different than the others.
    Andrew dropped onto his bed and began rubbing his knee through his dark track pants. They did nothing to hide his muscular thighs, and that shirt was so thin he might as well not be wearing a shirt at all. Black ink showed through. Something tribal, with hundreds of little shapes and intricate designs went from his left shoulder down to his chest. God, his chest was huge. Scary huge. Unlike Chase, Andrew didn’t use his body to intimidate. Not that she had seen, anyway.
    “Did you get your stuff done?”
    The unexpected question snapped Sawyer’s attention away from his chest. “Mostly. I’ll save it and go.”
    “I didn’t mean—” He paused, looking up at her through those long, dark lashes. “Stay as long as you need to, okay? I’m going to grab a shower, then order some pizza. If you’re hungry, you’re welcome to join me.”
    Sawyer opened her mouth to decline. Her stomach chose that moment to go all king of the jungle and let out a super-charged growl. The familiar shame stoked a shame furnace in her cheeks.
    Andrew just smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes. What do you like on your pizza?”
    Stunned for a moment, Sawyer wracked her brain for a familiar pizza topping. One she never would have ordered in New York. “Pineapple.”
    There. That sounded normal. People ate pineapple. Maybe not a whole pineapple in a day because it was on sale, and on her shoestring budget, she was still trying to eat healthy stuff. Well, that and saving the bulk of her money for cheap vodka from the creepy guy in the liquor store who didn’t ask to see ID if she slid him a couple extra bucks.
    Andrew’s mouth curved. He had really, really nice lips. The kind that should be considered a weapon. “Pineapple, huh? I should have guessed. Do you like mushrooms?” Sawyer made a face and Andrew laughed—one of those full-on, belly laughs she couldn’t remember ever doing. “That’s definitely a no. How about bacon or ham, or something? Pepperoni gives me heartburn. I don’t know if you like it or not.”
    The guy must be a talker. Or he was wired after the confrontation with his ex. In as few words as possible, she answered him, and Andrew grabbed his phone from his pocket. He ordered two large pizzas, soda, cheesy breadsticks, and two giant cookies. She looked him up and down, wondering how a guy could eat all that and still look hot enough to melt the polar ice caps. Just on his abs. From where she stood, Global Warming was all Andrew Warren’s fault.
    Sawyer snapped her head back. Nope. Not going there. Ever.
    She turned away while he finished up the call and she busied herself with her messenger bag, working out how much cash she could fork over to help pay for all that food. If her life were a cartoon, a few moths would fly from her wallet. A lone five-dollar bill sat sandwiched