Of course, the doorman had rung Olivia in advance, which gave her time to run her fingers through her hair and apply a little lip gloss. She tried to act casual as she opened the door. “Hi, Max.” “Hiya,” he replied. “As promised, I brought dinner.” His smile hit her like a blow to the solar plexus, as it always did. He’d changed into a long-sleeved, black T-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, and he’d pulled the sleeves up to reveal his forearms. The effect on her pulse was instantaneous. “May I come in?” “Of course.” She waved him inside. As he strode past, she noticed he carried two large paper bags and his computer bag. “There are only two of us. It looks like you brought enough to feed a family of twelve.” He laughed. “I knew you liked pie. Beyond that, I realized you and I know very little about each other. So I brought a variety.” Olivia closed the door and followed him into the kitchen. Her place was easy to navigate. Aside from a bathroom and bedroom, it was really just one large room for the kitchen and dining table, the living room, and a nook off to the right for her computer.
