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know what would happen if she moved in with him.
He opens the fridge and looks around for a moment, his back to her. Even though she doesn’t want to, Sara checks out his butt, and finds that it is every bit as sculpted as it was the first night that she saw him. She bets that his abs are just as hard too. So deep is she in thought about how his body would feel under the touch of her hands that she doesn’t hear him when he speaks. She jerks when she realizes that he is speaking.
“What? I was zoned out.”
“I noticed,” he says. “I said that we might have a problem. I know I spoke big about what we could cook and have for supper, but it appears that I may have wrote a check with my mouth that my refrigerator can’t cash.”
He steps aside, and right away she can see what he is talking about. The only things inside his fridge are beer, various juices, four or five bottles of hard liquor, and a bottle of ketchup. Not exactly the ingredients for a great meal.
“I see what you mean. What do you have in your cabinets?”
He goes down through his line of cabinets and opens them one by one. In the end, the only food that he finds is a box of macaroni noodles with the cheese packet missing, and a can of dried tomatoes that are were well past the expiration date a few years ago.
“It would seem that I haven’t been shopping in some time, wouldn’t it?” He grins and holds up the box of macaroni noodles and the can of dried tomatoes. “These seem to be all I have and I don’t think anything in my fridge is going to help.”
“I believe you’re right on that one.” She takes the macaroni and looks it over. “Unless you like macaroni boiling in vodka with some ketchup for flavoring.”
“Yum, my favorite.” He takes he macaroni and tomatoes and throws them in the trash can. “How about instead of a fancy meal cooked here, I order out and get an even fancier—and let’s face the facts—better tasting one brought here?”
“Okay.”
“How does Italian sound?”
“I love pizza.”
“Me too. Will two large pizzas be enough?”
“I should hope so.”
Dan pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and hits a number. He didn’t dial, so Sara assumes that he has the pizza place on speed dial as she wanders off to look at some of his artifacts. She has always found them amazing to look at and she thinks that it might help her get her mind off of Dan and his toned body. Ever since she first came here, she has found the artifacts to be purely awesome. She likes to look at them and think about the people who used or made them. What were they like? Most scientists don’t think of the cultural artifacts in those terms. They merely want to know what it was used for and how it was made. For Sara, she wants to know about the people who used and made it. She stops in front of a mask hanging inside a glass case. The plaque at the bottom says that it is a Hopi Indian mask from the fourteenth century.
She wonders about what the people who used this mask were like, but seconds later, she finds herself wondering what Dan would look like without his clothes on. Dang, it Sara, she scolds herself. It has been nearly fourteen years since you felt anything for him other than a passing fancy. Why bring it up now? She isn’t sure why, but tonight, she can’t stop thinking about him. I’ll just eat some pizza and then make an excuse to leave early. I’ll say I’m having feminine problems. That usually works.
“Hey!” Dan calls from the living room. When she appears