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Not that I wasn’t doing okay myself, but nothing like this.
    “You have to actually get closer to the door to go in, you know,” I jumped at the sudden voice behind me, startled.
    “Joey, you scared me,” I laughed, hitting him softly in the chest. He grinned.
    “I couldn’t resist, I’m sorry,” he said with a pout that was not even slightly genuine.
    “You are not.” I said with a frown. He laughed and offered his arm.
    “No, I’m not. Come on, I had to run out for a second. I’m starving,” he said as we walked into his building together.
    Joey’s condo was very modern: clean, uninterrupted lines, stark contrasts between light and dark. The decorations were sparse, but tasteful and well-placed. And the view from the balcony was amazing.
    “I can see half of the city from here!” I squealed, running out on to the balcony as the breeze whipped my hair up around my face.
    “We’re 33 floors up. It’s one of the reasons I picked this condo. Sometimes, it’s nice to come out here and just let the sounds of the city surround you,” he said, coming to stand beside me. Our eyes met and I felt like he was staring straight through to my soul for a moment before I blinked and turned away, blushing.
    “So, um, I got stuff to make pizza, if that’s okay with you,” he said, clearing his throat before moving back inside.
    “Sure, that’s fine,” I said, following.
    “Um, look... Charlotte, I’m really...” He sighed deeply and ran his hands roughly through his hair. I stopped looking around and leaned against the back of the sofa.
    “You’re what?” I asked, waiting.
    “You aren’t going to make this easy, are you?” he said with a slight laugh. I smirked.
    “I am many things, Mister Parker, but easy is not one of them,” I said. He sighed again.
    “About the pictures and the stories... The press and everything, I really am...” I stopped him with a hand to his lips.
    “Stop stumbling over an apology that you already gave me for something that is not your fault and completely out of your control. I understand why you feel the need to apologize, but if I hadn’t accepted it last night when we spoke, I wouldn’t be here for dinner with you tonight,” I said. And then I kissed him. Slowly and softly, a kiss that a man would remember and still feel for hours afterwards. His face was a bit flushed when I pulled back, and I giggled.
    “Wow,” he whispered.
    “Indeed. Come on, let’s make pizza,” I said, wandering idly into the kitchen.
    “That kiss was more of a ‘making babies’ kiss,” he said from behind me. I laughed.
    “Not easy, remember?” I said. He smirked.
    “Which just makes me want you more,” he said, walking into the kitchen and handing me an apron as he slipped on his own.
    “I’d prefer we not make a total mess. I’m a bit of a neat freak,” he said. I glanced around at the spotless condo and gave him a look.
    “Really? I couldn’t tell,” I said, the sarcasm dripping from my words. He laughed and took my hand tightly in his, pulling me to the table.
    “Come on, smartass. You can slice the pepperoni while I flatten the dough,” he said, handing me a rather large knife and an equally large pepperoni.
    “How much pizza are we making?” I asked, eyeing the sheer amount of food in my hands.
    “They don’t come in specific sizes, Char,” he said with a laugh.
    “Oh, flatten your dough,” I said, sticking my tongue out at him. He smirked.
    “Don’t tempt me with that tongue,” he said with a wink. Trouble and muscles, that’s what I was trapped in the kitchen with.
    A few minutes later, once the dough for the crust had been flattened out, the pepperoni had been sliced, and we stood at the table now covered with toppings, we decided to take a wine break. The wine Joey had bought was a sweet white that I instantly liked.
    “Good choice?” He asked. I smiled and nodded.
    “Excellent choice. I really like fruity wines,” I