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know,” Michael finally answered.   “I guess anything’s possible.” 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter 3
     
    “So how do you like your new apartment?”  Valerie asked as she and Kate carried an intricate, antique-styled rug into the house they were helping to renovate.
    “I love it,” Kate replied.   It really was a great apartment.  Along with being incredibly spacious, it included a fireplace, a washer and dryer, and a balcony that overlooked one of the nicest pools she’d ever seen in an apartment complex.  “It’s very light, very open, and I get a work out every time I run up or down the stairs.” 
    “Like you need to work out.”   At only twenty-nine, Valerie Banks was one of the most popular interior decorators in the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex.  A bright, spunky African American woman with a flair for both fashion and interior decorating, Valerie had the incredible gift of looking at a room once and knowing exactly what to do in order to make it beautiful, romantic, festive, or whatever her client had in mind.  Of all the people who’d helped her after her accident, Val had been amongst the most supportive and understanding.  “And how’s Gavin liking it?”
    “You know him.   He never tells me how he feels about anything.  But I think he’s pretty happy with it.”  Truthfully, Kate had no idea how Gavin felt about their new apartment.  After they finally finished moving in, he went straight to bed and had slept away most of Sunday .  He’d awakened in time to help her finish setting everything up, but that wore him out as well.  After a quick dinner, he crashed again and was still unconscious by the time she left for work that morning.
    This was ridiculous.   There had to be something wrong with him.  Maybe the doctors had screwed up his blood test, or gotten his results mixed up with someone else’s.  Maybe they should seek a second opinion.  If Gavin didn’t get better within the next couple of weeks, Kate was going to consult a specialist.       
    “Have you met any of your neighbors?”   Val asked as they situated the rug across the living room’s fancy tigerwood floor.     
    “Just one.   He helped us move.”
    “Ooh, how gallant!   What’s he like?  Is he cute?” 
    Kate laughed.   Although she’d pretended not to notice, Michael was really cute.  He was tall and a little lanky, but his shoulders were broad and strong.  Along with big dark eyes, dark wavy hair, and a great smile, he was definitely attractive.        
    “Yeah, I guess so.”
    “’You guess so?’  Girl, you never guess about anything.  Especially cute guys.”
    “Yes, he’s cute,” Kate grinned.   “Really sweet, too.” 
    “So what are you waiting for?   Go get him!”  Unlike Gavin and her parents, who worried dating might be too stressful for her after everything that had happened, Valerie was always encouraging her to be more social.  
    “We just met.   Besides, the way my life’s been going lately, he’ll probably turn out to be a Gremlin or something.”
    “A Gremlin?”
    “It was on ABC last night.”
    “You watch way too much television,” Val said, rising to her feet.  
    “That’s what Gavin always says…” Kate remarked lightly.   It was true though.  She was hooked on so many television shows, she couldn’t keep up with them all.  From Once Upon a Time to Criminal Minds to The Big Bang Theory , she had a different show for every night of the week.  Monday night was Cemetery Tours night, which meant Gavin would not be watching with her.  He mocked her relentlessly for her addiction to the popular paranormal investigation series which he called “the largest accumulation of bullshit to ever disgrace primetime,” but Kate found it fascinating.  She’d always believed in ghosts and a lot of the evidence they captured on the show was