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victoriously. “Hunky? You think I’m hunky?”
    “Well, for a builder kind of guy.”
    “I see, so there’s a qualifier.”
    I shake my head.
    “What?” he asks.
    “I’m in such trouble.” I say, thinking out loud as I twist a strand of hair around my finger.
    “Really? And why’s that?”
    “Because I’m being so inappropriate. I’m supposed to be convincing you to be on the show, not—”
    “Flirting with me?”
    “Oh, God,” I whisper. “I’m that obvious?” Of course he’s right, but who wants to be reminded that they have no subtlety. I’m supposed to be a professional, after all, not some girl at a bar.
    “I’m pretty sure,” he says as he stands and extends his hand to me with a wink. “Please don’t stop on my account. I like it. Here, let me show you more.”
    I smooth my slacks nervously and take his hand as I stand. “By all means, show me more.”
    As we enter the next room he has a faraway look in his eyes. He tucks his hands in his back pockets and smiles. “Here we have
under the sea
.” The walls of this room are an iridescent aqua with a glittery tree of the same color covered with ornaments of mermaids, seashells and sea horses. “This room stays decorated year round.”
    “Ooooo! I love this!” I exclaim, a little confused. Maybe he’s gay after all. I mean glitter and mermaids? I love it, but what kind of guy does this?
    Will nods. “Most girls love this room. It’s genetic or something. The girls I’ve met think the deep sea is romantic and swoony. If you’ve ever been scuba diving, you’d know that isn’t the case. It’s amazing but nothing like this.”
    “So then, what inspired you to do a romantic under-the-sea theme?”
    “Well it started out much differently. When I was, little my older brother and I used to play deep-sea diver games, looking for sunken treasure. He got the idea from a book he read.”
    I point to a small treasure chest at the base of the tree spilling over with gold coins. “So, that explains the treasure chest.”
    “Yes, and when I first themed this room it was much more boy oriented. I even had some sea creature models I got from the special effect guys. My brother would have loved that.”
    I note the use of past tense. Was this room done in his memory?
    “Then later, I had a girlfriend who loved mermaids. I think she believed she was a mermaid in a past life. She’s the one who girlified the room with all the glitter and girl stuff. Andrew would not have been amused,” he says, shaking his head. “He had a No Girls Allowed sign on his bedroom door.”
    Hmm… girlfriend.
He must not be gay after all. Trying to figure this guy out is wearing me out. I decide not to ask him more about his brother right now.
    “So, what’s this room anyway? Was it the dining room?” I ask, changing the direction of the conversation.
    “Yes, but I eat in the kitchen. I’m not really one for dinner parties or anything. Speaking of which, do you want to see the kitchen? I have to warn you though, Romeo’s in there. I’m not sure if he can be around you.”
    My eyes get wide. “Around me? I think I’m pretty easy to get along with.” I try to imagine what type of person couldn’t tolerate me.
    “It’s not that. Well, you’ll understand.” He approaches the Dutch door into his kitchen. The bottom panel is closed, and something is frantically scratching it.
    I grin with relief. “Romeo’s a dog. I love dogs! What are you worried about? Does he bite or something?”
    “Not exactly. He’s not a biter. He has other issues.” Will slowly pulls open the half door. “Sophia, meet Romeo.”
    He’s really cute and looks like a mutt terrier similar to Tramp from the Disney movie,
Lady and the Tramp
. I lean down to let the little dog sniff my hand, but he dodges it, goes straight for my leg, and humps it wildly. How annoying. I shake my leg, but he’s steadfast.
    “Whoa, that was some kind of record!” Will exclaims while peeling Romeo