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the bedroom door.
     
    "What the…?" Ryan wasn’t expecting her to be at the door.
     
    "What’s going on?" Sophia asked with wide eyes.
     
    "Nothing. Go back to bed."
     
    "Who were you talking to?"
     
    "It’s not a big deal. Grace just called to tell me she can’t be a
donor."
     
    "Why not?"
     
    "She’s not a match."
     
    "Oh…well it’s a little late for her to be calling. Did you tell her
that?"
     
    "Somehow, that wasn’t exactly what I was focused on at the
time."
     
    Ryan crawled into bed and turned his back to Sophia with the hope that she’d
take the hint and stop talking to him. She didn’t.
     
    "So you’re going out to lunch with her?" Sophia continued.
     
    "No, I’m not going out to lunch with her. She’s going to meet me
after my doctor appointment so that I can tell her what the results are."
     
    "Where are you meeting?"
     
    "At a restaurant."
     
    "So you are going out to lunch with her!"
     
    "Sophia…” Ryan sighed in exhausted exasperation. “You make it sound
like a date. It’s not a date. It’s just…we’re expecting the worst and I didn’t
think she’d want the information delivered over the phone."
     
    "She gave you her news over the phone,” Sophia reminded him.
     
    Unwilling to argue, Ryan simply stated, "That she did."
     
    Sophia was silent for so long that Ryan thought she’d finally gone back
to sleep, but suddenly she sat upright in bed.
     
    "Are we okay?" she asked.
     
    "What?" Ryan kept his eyes closed, further evidence that all
he wanted to do was sleep.
     
    "Are we okay? Or should I be worried about all the time you’re
spending with Grace?" Sophia reiterated.
     
    Ryan opened one eye and looked over at Sophia. "All the time? I’ve
seen Grace once in eight years, Sophia. What time am I spending with her?"
     
    "You were just talking to her and you’re meeting her on
Friday."
     
    "Sophia, I don’t know what you want me to say. Grace and I are
over. I’m not in love with her, or anything, okay? We’re dealing with something
very serious and when we’ve dealt with it, she’ll go back to her corner of the
world and I’ll go back to mine, okay?"
     
    "But when will you be done dealing with it?"
     
    "Friday."
     
    Sophia was content with
that answer, so much so that she leaned over Ryan and placed a kiss on his
cheek. As soon as he heard her head hit the pillow, Ryan’s eyes popped open.
Now he couldn’t sleep…again.
     
    Chapter eight
     
    Grace checked and re-checked the address Ryan had rambled off to her for
the restaurant they’d be meeting at. She knew she was early to meet him, but
there was only so much she could do to waste time. She resisted the urge to
call his cell phone to see what was going on. She was so anxious and nervous
that she couldn’t stand it. When she thought of young Matthew’s future looming
in the air the way it was… well, she honestly didn’t even want to think about
it.
     
    Grace’s anxiety over Ryan’s test results distracted Grace from being
nervous about seeing Ryan again. It was unsettling the way someone she’d been
so intimate with in the past had become a stranger to her. She knew almost
nothing about him, save for his telephone number and the color of his truck.
     
    Did he have any of his old habits? Like, did he still put fries between
the buns on his burgers? Did he leave half-empty soda cans all over the house,
refusing to drink warm soda? Did he still wear boxer shorts, or had he made the
switch to briefs? Grace chuckled to herself as she remembered Ryan’s disdain
for ‘tighty-whities’.
     
    The ambience of the restaurant was casual. Grace sat near the front so
that Ryan would see her when he walked in. While she waited, Grace looked over
her notes for a paper one of her professors had given her an extension on. With
everything that was going on, she’d had a hard time concentrating. She still
wasn’t completely focused, but she worked well under pressure and she knew she
wouldn’t be