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signing.  Call me.”
    Sam looked confused.  “Who’s a Libra?”
    I sighed.  “Me.  Miri insists I’m the most unfit Libra she’s ever known.”
    “And how do you know Miri?”
    I sighed again.  “She works for me.  Or she did.  She’s quitting to open her own bookstore.  You should do the book signing; it would be really cool for her.”  I’m a devoted friend, it says so right there in my astrology chart.
    Sam looked highly amused.  “You use astrology to make matches?”
    “Sssshhh.” I looked around.  “That cannot get out.  It’s not all we use, but yeah, Miri’s stuff can be useful sometimes.  I don’t know if it’s the astrology or she’s just got good instincts, but either way, it’s going to suck losing her.”
    Jazie came running up.  Clearly, Miri had put out the word that my guy was present and accounted for.  “Hey, Mick.  You must be Sam.  I’m Jazie; Mick and I have been friends forever.”
    Sam held up both hands.  “I’m financially solvent, no criminal record, and I know about the guppies.”  He was good.  Very, very good.
    Jazie laughed and hooked his elbow.  “Sure, but do you know about the little felted animals?”  There are no secrets worth keeping in my life, apparently.
    Sam looked curious, and then got distracted.  “Wait, you’re Jazie?”  He pulled a book from his back pocket.  “This is for you.  Thanks.  I owe you one.”
    Jazie grinned at him.  “Thanks.  I’ll find you later.  We need to talk.”
    Sam wrapped me into his arms.  “Little felted animals?”  Not so distractible after all.
    “I make them.  Knit them, shrink them in my washing machine, and sell them online.  I’m really just an old lady in a younger woman’s body.  I live a sad and lonely life with my balls of yarn and three cats.”
    “You’re cute.  Do you really have three cats?”
    “No.  Just the yarn.”
    “Can you make some felted critters for my nieces?  They’ll be six next week.”
    I had some really cute seahorses.  “I have something they’ll probably like.”
    “Great.  Now, can we get back to the younger woman’s body you mentioned?  I’d like to dance with her.”  There was a slow waltz playing in the family room.  I’m a total sucker for slow dancing.
    Sam wrapped his arms around me and started to circle us slowly around the room.  Thank you, Hazel.  He pulled my head gently into his shoulder and leaned down to whisper in my ear. 
    “After this, let’s try tap dancing.”

Chapter 13
    It was a close thing, but the Bulls lost, which gave Sam and me plenty of opportunity to argue baseball stats and dumb decisions of the pitching staff.  We disagreed on pulling the starting pitcher at the end of the third inning, but we were on the same page about the umpire; his strike zone had been a freaking hexagon. 
    If you counted the engagement party, Sam and I had been on four dates in four days. 
    After the game, we headed back to his place so I could impress him with my post-game Thai curry.  I’m not a traditionalist, and cooking Thai food is one of my best things.
    I hadn’t been to Sam’s place, yet.  It was instant love.  He lives in one of the old tobacco-building renos in downtown Durham.  Huge arched windows, high ceilings, exposed-brick walls, and light streaming everywhere.  No wonder he works from home.
    I stood in front of his very classy stove and stirred my curry concoction.  It smelled heavenly.  Always does; it’s idiot proof. 
    Sam drooled over my shoulder.  “Will you marry me and be my full-time cook?”
    I leaned into him.  I’m a snuggler; it goes along with the closet romantic.  “Such an offer.  Let me think about it and get back to you.”
    He laughed.  “What about just being my house slave?  No strings attached.”
    “If it includes a cot in a corner of this awesome place, you might be able to make a deal.”
    Sam looked around.  “I could probably fashion you a little room with