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Not only was he not exasperated by her moronic behavior, he was going out of his way to help her relax. Not many men were capable of doing that. Then again, she was coming to see that Sam wasn’t like many other men.
She glanced over the living room again, noting that it did have that new, unlived-in feeling about it. Even the magazines on the coffee table looked untouched. And the plants artfully placed around the room were all silk.
“You know,” Sam was saying, “You should feel privileged. I don’t invite many women back to my place. And on the first date…well, virtually unheard of.”
Layla smiled widely. “Privileged, huh?”
“Mmm. Yeah, some women get weird when you let them through the door of your house. You’re not going to get weird on me, are you, Dr. Hollister?”
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