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because of that work, not my characters on stage. He didn’t seem deterred by my gawking silence.
    “I remember watching you, this tiny thing up on that big stage with this mane of beautiful auburn hair, and I wondered how God had managed to put so much power and talent into such a small package. Nothing less than a miracle, I think. Don’t you?”
    I finally made a sound, letting something between a laugh and a cackle escape me. Not my most ladylike or seductive moment.
    “I think considering myself a modern-day miracle is even beyond an actor’s typical level of narcissism, don’t you think, Kyle?”
    He offered a silent chuckle and a boyish grin. “A fair point, Ms. Lockhart. Still doesn’t make me believe any less that you’re really something.”
    “Did Jackson put you up to this?” I still couldn’t believe he recalled all this without any help. “It’s okay to admit it. I’ll still be flattered you went to the trouble.”
    “No ma’am.” He beamed, still harboring just a glint of something, like he was keeping a juicy secret.
    “Spill it, Masterson.”
    “What?” He feigned innocence.
    I tried to suppress a smile, but didn’t say anything. Instead, I just stared him down.
    His face broke out into an even wider grin, radiating a playful energy I found quite alluring. He gazed down at me and, after giving him my best flirtatious smirk, I knew he was ready to spill.
    “All right, have you ever heard of hyperthymesia?”
    I guess my blank face was his answer.
    “Right, well it’s the ability to be able to remember every moment of one’s life.”
    All of a sudden, I recalled something I had seen on 60 Minutes not so long ago. “Wait a second,” I interrupted. “Isn’t that the thing that actress Marilu Henner has?”
    His face lit up, and he seemed pleased I knew what he was talking about. “Yes! Exactly the same thing!” He paused, pondering something.
    “What?” I asked.
    “Nothing,” he started. “Just not used to someone actually hearing of it. You surprised me, and I’m a man not often surprised by much.”
    “I know exactly what you mean.”
    “Really, how so?”
    I paused to consider before I answered. I wanted to make sure I phrased what I wanted to say the right way. “Let’s just say as an actor I study human behavior, like, constantly. If you do it for long enough, well enough, you realize after a time that most people are highly predictable. Even in supposedly spontaneous activities, like an improv exercise. Not quite the same as your superpower there, but I can relate on a certain level.”
    We both stood silently for a bit, each absorbing what the other had shared. It wasn’t awkward at all, but I suddenly had the need to return to shallower ground.
    “So you’ve obviously seen me in action, how about you? It’s obvious you’re not a mechanic or house flipper. What do you do?”
    That mischievous spark returned to his eyes. “What makes you think I’m not a grease monkey of some sort?”
    Ah, a test. I can roll with that. Putting my hand to my chin, I cocked my head to the side in a mock gesture of deep study. “Well, in spite of the well-worn duds, your hands are callus-free and there’s no residual grease under your fingernails. You’re sporting a hundred-dollar-plus haircut and you carry yourself like a man who spent his youth being told to sit up straight. Definitely not nouveau riche but not blue-blood money either. Somewhere in between.”
    Kyle looked me up and down, slowly, all the while unconsciously running his tongue across his full, delectable bottom lip as he took in a deep breath. “And all that spells out what to you, gorgeous?”
    I offered my best impish grin and gazed up at him. I was having fun here, one player entertaining the other. “Well, I can rule out government work, politics, lobbying.”
    “Because…?” he drawled out in a question.
    “Because while you’re clean-cut, you’re not totally uptight. And someone like that