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that he wasn’t being sarcastic this time, either. “Yes, actually, but he’s also happily married. No, he’d drool because he’d want to sign you to a modeling contract or find you a commercial for . . . damn, for anything.” She cocked her head to the side. “You don’t have much of a filter, do you?”
    â€œNope. Don’t really need one, either, since I don’t particularly care about impressing people.”
    Wow. Alaina couldn’t fathom that attitude. At the same time, she envied it. Sure, she had enough money that she didn’t need to care, but that would also put an end to her career. A career he’d just last night suggested she abandon.
    He picked up the weights and started another set. Alaina wanted to pull up a chair and just watch. Damn, she’d been without a guy for too long. By choice—she’d dated a string of guys in LA, all of whom were more interested in Alaina Pierce, the movie star, than Lainie Bickford, the real woman she was underneath. Crystal would say that was Alaina’s fault for not letting any of them get close enough to meet Lainie Bickford. Crystal might be on to something, but Alaina wouldn’t ever tell her that.
    She was going on two years since her last boyfriend, and until now, she hadn’t missed having one at all. But watching Evan, she suddenly imagined them in all sorts of naughty positions, their mouths doing equally naughty things.
    Maybe it was too hot in here.
    He set the weights down. “Did you come to work out? You’re dressed for it.” His gaze swept over her. “You look pretty hot yourself.”
    Oh man, she loved his lack of filter! Not only was it refreshing, it was downright sexy. Or maybe she was so far gone with lust that anything he said would be sexy. Either way, she didn’t much care.
    â€œYes, I came to use the treadmill.”
    He inclined his head toward the right wall where there were two treadmills, two bikes, and an elliptical. “They’re over there. The one on the left is pretty new, so I recommend that. I can show you how to use the TV, too, if you want.”
    â€œYou guys have a lot of equipment.”
    He shrugged, wiping his face with the towel again. “There are a lot of Archers.”
    â€œRight—seven kids?”
    â€œSix now.”
    Damn, the one brother had committed suicide. “Yes, six. Sorry.”
    He shrugged again and honestly didn’t look the least bit offended. “It’s okay. It happened a while ago.”
    Did you ever get over losing a sibling? Of course not. She’d acted that part before—the grieving sister, mother, daughter, friend—and she’d always played it as nothing short of life-altering. “I’m still sorry. It has to be tough.”
    â€œThe one-year anniversary was a couple of weeks ago. We had a little memorial—he’s buried in the pioneer cemetery outside of town.”
    â€œThere’s a pioneer cemetery? Awesome.” She winced. Now who was lacking a filter? “Sorry, I grew up in the South, and I loved going to old cemeteries. I love history.”
    â€œWhere in the South did you live?”
    â€œNorth Carolina mostly.” She didn’t bother mentioning the rinky-dink town, as there was no chance in hell he would’ve heard of the backwater shithole.
    â€œDo you go back there often?” he asked, draping the towel around his neck.
    â€œNot unless I have to.”
    His brow furrowed briefly. “You don’t have family there?”
    He really knew nothing about her. That was so fantastic. “My grandfather.” He’d never leave. His plot in the Blueville cemetery had been reserved and paid for long ago—when Grandmama had died.
    â€œIs he your only family?”
    â€œNo, my mother lives in Dallas.” In a monstrosity of a house that Alaina had paid for to keep her out of her life. “We aren’t particularly