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he’d recently lost his brother to suicide. I could relate, because I’d lost my parents. He went back home, we stayed in touch, and things bloomed.”
    I nodded. “And how long has he been here?”
    â€œA few weeks.”
    Katrina certainly seemed happy, and at least she and Christian had actually met in person. I could see why they’d connected, but for him to be living with her already? It was one thing to get to know someone on the phone and online, but living with a person in the real world wasn’t always the same.
    â€œHow well do you know him?” I asked. “I mean, look at your arm.”
    â€œThat was…” Katrina smiled sheepishly. “That was from … after the argument. Sometimes we like it a bit rough.”
    My face flamed. Now I felt stupid. “Oh. Um…”
    Katrina chuckled. “Sorry. I’m sure you heard more than our argument. I think we’d better lay off the tequila from now on.”
    I said nothing. I was too embarrassed.
    â€œWhat about you?” Katrina asked. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
    â€œMe? Um … I guess so, yeah.”
    Katrina narrowed her eyes. “You don’t sound too confident.”
    â€œWe’re sort of taking a break,” I told her. Then I explained how Wesley had moved to Seattle and that he’d suggested we take a break for a year.
    â€œYou love him,” Katrina said, and I almost detected pity in her voice.
    I shrugged, my chest tightening. “Yeah.”
    â€œIt’s good you’re here,” she told me, then opened a kitchen cupboard that housed mugs and plates. “There are a lot of guys down here. If you need a distraction, I’m sure you’ll easily find one.”
    â€œI…” My voice trailed off. I didn’t know what to say. I got the sense that if I told her I wanted to wait for Wesley she would tell me I was naïve.
    The carafe now filled with hot coffee, Katrina poured herself a cup. “Want some?”
    â€œYes, definitely,” I told her. Some days, I was amazed that there had been a time when I’d hated coffee. Four years of college and I had come to depend on my daily dose of it.
    â€œMilk and cream’s in the fridge,” Katrina said as she took down two more mugs. “Sugar’s on the counter. By the way, I know we haven’t discussed this yet, but you need to provide your own food. I’ve cleared out some space in the fridge for you. I’m not big on cooking. I usually grab something from the café.”
    â€œOf course,” I said.
    â€œCoffee, however, you can have as much as you like.”
    â€œThat’s a major bonus.”
    She smiled. “A woman after my own heart. The last girl who worked here hated coffee. Imagine that? It wasn’t a good fit.”
    I opened the fridge and took out the creamer. “I used to. Before college. Hard to believe, I can’t start the day without it now.”
    â€œWell, I’ve got all sorts of flavors. Light roast to espresso. Whatever your heart desires.”
    I found a spoon from a drawer and began to stir my coffee. “That sounds like heaven.”
    Katrina started out of the kitchen. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower. I open at eight.”
    I glanced at the wall clock. That was in thirty-two minutes. “Oh, yikes. That doesn’t give me too much time to get ready.”
    â€œTake as much time as you need. Christian and I will get things started downstairs.”
    As if on cue, the bathroom door opened. Christian appeared, a towel wrapped around his waist. His legs looked like twigs beneath the towel. Physically, he and Katrina were a definite odd pair.
    Good grief, I told myself. Stop being so judgmental. What did looks matter when you connected with someone on an emotional level?
    I took my coffee mug and went to my bedroom, where I rummaged through my suitcase for clean underwear and something to change