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in. She'd been intending to run down to greet him, but now she was distracted by her mom's cryptic words. "What's going on, Mom?"
    "I can't get into it if you're on your way out the door. Call me tomorrow and we'll talk."
    "Okay," she said reluctantly. "Bye Mom."
    She ended the call and opened her door. Matt stood before her in a navy blue t-shirt and gray workout sweats. He looked good no matter what he wore. He gave her a smile that made her toes curl. Yeah, going out with him again was a really bad idea.
    "Julie," he said in his deep baritone. "Are you ready?"
    "I am. Just let me grab my keys."
    "No hurry," he replied, following her into the apartment.
    Her very small one-bedroom apartment would probably fit into his living room, but she didn't care. She loved her warm, cozy space, and the rent had been a steal. A friend of her mother's owned the place and had been transferred to London, so she needed a subletter. Julie had jumped at the chance to move out of the apartment she shared with three friends and have some space of her own. Not that she didn't miss the girls, but living by herself was really great.
    "It's nice," Matt said, his gaze sweeping the room. "Not quite what I expected."
    "What do you mean?"
    "It's…girly."
    "I am a girl," she said dryly.
    He smiled. "Since we've met I've seen mostly your sharp side. Now there appears to be a lot more softness to you, even some whimsy, and a hell of a lot of pillows," he said, waving his hand toward the six colorful pillows taking up most of her couch.
    "I like color," she said.
    "And flowers." He paused by a side table to study a big bouquet of daisies. "Unless these are from your date last night?"
    "No, I bought them for myself. One of my former roommates runs a small flower shop near my office. I stop in there at least once a week. I like flowers and pillows, but the owner of this place is responsible for the purple walls." She grabbed her keys off the kitchen counter. "We can go now."
    "I haven't seen the bedroom."
    "Maybe another time."
    "I like the sound of that."
    "You know I didn't mean it like that." She waved him toward the door. They walked down the three flights of stairs together and made their way out to the sidewalk. The afternoon sun had disappeared into a mass of thick, foggy clouds. She shivered and zipped up her jacket.
    "The weather changes fast in this city," Matt commented as he opened the car door for her.
    "I like the fog. Mother nature's air conditioner."
    "I don't mind it, except when it creeps into the ballpark, and I lose the fly ball in the mist." He frowned. "And I'm bringing up baseball again."
    "It's a big part of your life," she murmured.
    "I was going to try not to talk about it tonight."
    "Well, we won't be doing much talking at dance class. And you don't have to try not to talk about your life. We both know what you do for a living."
    "And we both know it bothers you. So tonight we'll dance and talk about other things." He shut her door, then walked around the car and slid behind the wheel. "Speaking of dancing, am I going to look like an idiot in this class?"
    "I don't know. Are you a good dancer?"
    "I'm really good at tapping my foot to the beat while standing in a bar. Does that count?" he asked as he started the car.
    She smiled. "I don't think so. But you have a lot of natural athletic talent, so I suspect you're better than you think. And it doesn't matter if you're not. You'll like the workout and Isabella is great at getting everyone in the class involved. She's a fantastic teacher and wait until you see her moves. She's really good. She's been in music videos and danced at the Grammy's."
    "Sounds like we're in good hands then. Is Isabella a friend as well as a dance teacher?"
    "Yes, she's one of my best friends. I lived with her up until a few months ago. We met in college. In fact, I found most of my closest friends freshman year in a communal bathroom. We've all stayed pretty close over the years. In fact, we have a pact that