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lived in a beach resort for goodness sakes! Besides, Walt didn't look that perfect. His tan even looked a bit marred. Obviously, he was
going a little easy on the sunscreen, due to the redness she
saw around his navel, just above ...
    Oh, who was she kidding? Marred tan or not, Walt couldn't
have looked more delicious if he were wearing those bacon
and eggs he was so proficiently cooking.
    "I'm not hungry at all," she said, proud of the way she
didn't gargle her words due to the excess amount of drool in
her mouth. "What you're cooking isn't on my diet anyway."
    "Diet? Oh, come on. You shouldn't want to lose any
weight. You look-" He turned and slid his gaze down her
body and those scruffy cheeks of his turned bright pink, just
as they had the other day at the store when she'd asked if
he'd carried condoms. He jerked his head away and fumbled
for a bagel. "Here"-he said, dangling it out for her-"be a
good girl and eat something."
    "Thanks," she said, plucking the bagel from his hand. She
couldn't help but grin. There was something about an attractive thirty-one-year-old man blushing at her body that was
kind of ... cute.

    "I'll only eat half. A woman's got to work a little harder
than a girl to keep her figure, you know."
    "Enjoy," he mumbled, turning away and giving his eggs a
little flip. "You know, I shouldn't even be cooking for myself
today."
    She sliced her bagel and looked up. "What do you mean?"
    "Don't you remember? You were supposed to cook me
breakfast in exchange for not telling Brad about that whole
condom mix-up. Forget about that already? I wonder what
Brad would say when he hears about you trying to take over
his job of law enforcement?"
    Georgie put the knife down slowly-before she used it on
something other than her bagel. She knew it. She knew Walt
wouldn't let go what happened the other day. Reining in her
anger, she poured herself a glass of juice and took a long,
thoughtful sip.
    Scratch all that likeable mumbo jumbo she'd just thought
about him. Walt didn't want to play nice, and he seemed to
take a sudden interest in making her life downright miserable. No matter how attractive he happened to be when he
blushed, he was back on her hit list. "You know you're a rat,
don't you?"
    "You mentioned that yesterday."
    "Well, I don't think it sunk in."
    He chuckled, and she couldn't help but notice how the
green in his hazel eyes lit up. "Okay, I'm sorry," he said.
"Really I am. You're just so easy to rile up I can't resist teasing you. Whenever I see you, it's like when you were little."
When she was little.
    Her heart sank. She turned away and went back to lightly
buttering her bagel. It seemed as though everyone had a hard
time accepting she wasn't the same little girl anymore, except maybe a few friends. The little girl-sister box people kept
putting her in was stifling. She wasn't sure how much more
she could take of it. She needed out.

    "Clay Hayes won't think of me as someone's little sister,"
she blurted, then bit her lip. She didn't know why she felt
like throwing Clay Hayes in Walt's face again, or why she
even felt she had something to prove to him in the first place,
but the way Walt's cheek muscle twitched when she mentioned Clay's name satisfied a small sadistic part of her.
    Walt carefully removed the frying pan from the burner
and folded his arms. "Clay Hayes? I thought we already discussed him yesterday."
    She shrugged her shoulders and tried for an innocent
look. "I suppose we did."
    "So why did you bring him up again then? You don't plan
on trying to find out where his house is around here like one
of his groupies, do you?"
    "Of course not. I guess I just don't see what your problem
is with me going out with a handsome TV star."
    Walt clucked his tongue. "Oh, come on, Georgie. Take
a look at yourself."
    She continued to look at him instead. She assumed, like
Dee, he wasn't being literal, so she resisted the urge to snap
her head down and stare