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telling the truth or covering something up.
    "Well, we better get to work!" he said cheerily as if trying to change the subject.
    Since the two girls had already boxed up most of their belongings, the bulk of the work lay in loading up the moving truck they had rented for the day. They accomplished this in several hours and then drove the two miles to their new apartment.
    "Ok, let's get this thing unloaded," Lucas exclaimed with gumption after they took a short break.
    "Ugh, I don't think I have any energy left and we're only half done," Becky groaned.
    "Don't worry, take it easy and only do what you can. I've still got a lot of wind left in me," Lucas offered, grabbing a large box. "Just tell me which bedrooms are which and I'll start putting stuff away."
    Becky and Tessa glanced at each other but didn't say anything. Since they were still in the middle of their bet, they hadn't yet resolved who would get the large master bedroom. Luckily, this new apartment had three bedrooms.
    "I'll take this bedroom here, and Becky will have the one downstairs," Tessa said, pointing Lucas to the two smaller rooms.
    "What? What about the large master bedroom? You guys aren't just going to leave it empty are you?"
    "Oh no, one of us will end up moving in there. We just haven't decided who yet." Tessa told him.
    "And why can't you decide now? It will be a lot more work to move into a bedroom today only to switch later on."
    "I know, but we just can't decide now. Sorry." Tessa was apologetic for more than one reason. All of a sudden she felt incredibly guilty knowing that she had technically started dating Lucas all because of the bet to get the bedroom. Hastily she justified her behavior by telling herself that the bet was helpful in actually meeting Lucas, but she wasn't dating him because of it anymore. Even if there had been no bet she would still be with him. He was unlike anyone she had ever met before.
    While she expected him to lend a hand, Tessa was blown away by how much effort Lucas put into helping her and Becky. His dedication and strength wasn't something she expected from a guy who wore expensive Italian suits everyday and had his own personal driver, and it only made her like him all the more.
    "Dang Tessa," Becky whispered to her while the two were taking a break just out of Lucas's earshot. "You scored yourself a good-looking guy who actually isn't afraid to work. This would have taken us three times as long by ourselves. And did you notice how easily he lifted your dresser? Very impressive strength!"
    "Yes, I know. I honestly had no idea he would be this helpful," Tessa admitted with a grin.
    "Does he have any brothers?" Becky asked giving her a friendly elbow.
    "Actually - I'm not sure."
    "You're not sure if he has brothers? Don't you know anything about his family?"
    "Umm, no, not really."
    "Tessa, you guys have gone on several dates and have hung out quite a bit now. That seems a bit - weird."
    "I know, I know, but I don't know what to make of it. He keeps telling me he doesn't like to talk about himself because he is 'boring'. In fact, the only thing I know for sure is his age and that he moved here when he was eighteen. He vaguely referred to his business, but never told me what it is he actually does. What do you think I should do?"
    "Well, don't ditch him just because of that - he's too nice - but you should definitely get him to open up soon. Especially if you are dating."
    "Yeah, that's the other thing..." Tessa began. "We haven't even kissed yet. I don't know what he wants from our hanging out together."
    "Seriously?" Becky was incredulous. "He certainly seems interested in pursuing a relationship, or else I don't know why he would be working so hard. I think you do need to find out more about him though. Maybe after you talk to the FBI guy on Monday."
    "I know, I will."
    "Why do I get the sense that you ladies are talking about me?" Lucas ventured into the kitchen where the two girls had been whispering.
    "I