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"Thanks, and you can keep the change." I smile flirtatiously at the delivery guy, whose nametag reads "Brett". As I do so, Portman's long arm pokes out from behind me in the door way and snatches the large pizza box from the deliverer's hands. Brett winks at me, his green eyes twinkling and it makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. "If I'd have known there would be such a pretty girl answering the door, I would have made you my last stop so we'd have more time to talk."

"Is that so?" I query licking my bottom lip half flirting and half nervous.

He nods. "That is absolutely so. What's your name beautiful?"

Before I can reply, Dean's booming voice cuts in. "Hey Connie your food's gonna get cold!"

I frown and kick the doorframe muttering a 'Thanks for interrupting, Portman,' in my head. Brett's nose crinkles and his lips curl slightly. "Well, I better let you get back to your boyfriend. I wouldn't want him to think I'm moving in on his territory."

At that I smile again. "He's not my boyfriend, we're just on the same team. Dean's my team mate."

"Team mates? You are on a team with that guy?"

"Uh-huh, we play ice hockey together."

The sexy slice slinger looks suitably impressed. "Hockey? You?"

I grin and nod my response.

"Well then," He pulls out a pen from his pocket and scribbles his number down on the small box of Mozzarella sticks that my enforcer friend hadn't taken from me. "why don't you call me sometime?"

"I can do that."

"Awesome. I'll talk to you later then. I need to get back to my work."

After the dashing delivery boy leaves, I head back into my room, cheese sticks complete with his phone number in hand. I set the box down by the pizza and Portman arches an eyebrow. "He gave you his digits just like that?" I smile brightly pulling a piece of greasy heaven from the cardboard. The gooey cheese dripping down in delightful deliciousness. Funny how I forgot how hungry I was when Brett showed up. Now that he's gone I'm starving again.

"He did indeed. You jealous?" I tease.

"Of course not. What do I have to be jealous about? There's no reason for me to be jealous. I'm not jealous. Nope. Definitely not." He snorts, his breath thick with pepperoni.

I shrug biting into my pizza. Talk about over answering. "I dunno. Why's it bothering you then?"

"It's not."

"It sure seems like it is."

"Well it's not, just nosy. Curiosity prevailed is all. Besides, I'm trying to look out for you. Who knows how many pretty girls he delivers to in one day? And for all you know you may not even be the first one he gave his number to, today. He could be a serial killer or something that uses the pizza guy thing as a way to meet and stalk potential victims." Dean frowns when I laugh and I can tell he is serious, which makes me feel bad for chuckling. But come on, could he have come up with a more far fetched excuse? "Or maybe he's really from another planet, and he's going to shoot me with his ray-gun and beam me back to his spaceship."

My team mate rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his soda. "Forget it Connie. Let's just eat and finish the movies. Okay?"

"Sounds good to me." I flop back on my bed with a slice of pizza and a smile. And later tonight, I'm calling Brett.
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