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She arches an eyebrow at that. I realize why immediately. Fuck. She’s probably wondering when I saw her coming in. She must think I’d been watching her the entire night like a creep. I was, but damn, she didn’t need to know that.

Thankfully, she doesn’t comment on it.

“I don’t think they’re actually my friends. But yes, I did go to the club last night with some acquaintances. Although I’m sure they’ve probably not noticed my absence.”

She doesn’t seem sad when she says that.

“So you have no friends. That’s not surprising.”

She glares up at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re prickly. It wouldn’t hurt you to be nice once in a while. Especially to a man who saved your life.”

“Shut up,” she mumbles as her phone comes on.

I watch as it lights up with a couple of notifications. She moves to take a seat on the couch and I watch as she replies to a few texts. Soon enough, she’s effectively ignoring me, which is amusing. I take to pacing the length of the living room, wondering what to do next.

“You’re making my headache worse,” she says, still scrolling through her phone. “I swear, you’re worse than Matthew. Can’t you sit still?”

“Who’s Matthew?”

That makes her look up. I can see the slight hesitation in her gaze.

“My cousin,” she replies after a few seconds. “He’s eleven.”

“I have a nephew that’s around that age as well.”

She makes a small noise of acknowledgment before going back to staring at her phone. I resume my pacing. Soon enough, she sighs softly before dropping the phone.

“I should probably leave,” she states.

“Why?”

“Because it’s starting to feel like I’m imposing.”

“I saved you, brought you to my home, put you in my bed to sleep, and then I fed you breakfast. Trust me, you’re well past imposing.”

She smirks, crossing her arms over her chest. “So what’s your deal? Are you a good guy? Are you not?”

“I’m doing good deeds, aren’t I?” I point out, unwilling to bore her with the details of my mid-life crisis.

“True, would you like cookies for a job well done?” she asks teasingly.

“It wouldn’t hurt,” I say, smiling. “But is there anyone you’d like to get to? I could always drive you home now, you don’t have to stay.”

Although I’d rather she stay a while. Maybe it’s because I don’t want this to be over yet.

She shakes her head. “The only place I have to get to right now is an empty hotel room.”

My eyebrows rise. “You don’t live in Boulder?”

“No. I came here for a visit.”

I nod, filing that into the mysterious beautiful woman cabinet of my brain.

“I can tell you’re trying to figure me out,” she says knowingly. “I’ll help you out. But first, what’s your name?”

“Are you going to tell me yours?”

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