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where I stand, it looks to me like you two have chemistry, but you can't live together without killing each other. I know it's hard because you have to see each other around us. But, you are the one that has to tell Mom it's over."
    With a resigned sigh, his father sat down and picked up a piece of pizza then put it back down. He dug his cell phone out of his pants pocket and left the room.
    Max went to the kitchen and grabbed the beer that was halfway to Dean's lips. "Coward." He gulped the beer down and glared at his brother. "Get back in there."
    "Nope," Dean said grabbing a new one from the fridge. "I'm the younger brother and nobody wants my opinion."
    "Boys?" Their father called from the other room and Max grabbed Dean's shirt and led him back to the living room.
     
    The next day, Max waited until nine-thirty and went into the office building. He hoped Lisa was open to coming to the hospital to meet with the doctors. He wasn't sure how to tell her and hesitated in the lobby. Mr. Wells' secretary came up to him with an overly bright smile. "May I help you Mr. Collins?"
    "I'm looking for Miss Pasqualone," he told her and she frowned at him.
    "Ah that's right, she damaged the front area." Her lips curved and he could swear he saw a gleam of evil in her eyes. "Her office is there, the open door with the gaudy wreath on it."
    Max thanked her but she didn't walk away, so he was forced to make his way to the door the woman indicated. With a quick knock he stepped inside.
    Lisa held a phone to her ear, her eyes widening at seeing him. A Hispanic male who sat on the other desk in the space greeted him. "Hey Man, what's up?"
    "I'm here to speak to Lisa." Max told him and pulled a chair to sit. "What do you two do here?"
    "We're the logisticians; we handle all the ordering, invoicing and stuff like that." The guy looked to Lisa who hung up and gave Max a questioning look.
    Lisa's coworker got up and went around his desk holding out his hand. "I'm Angel Gomez. I see you out there," he motioned to the window. "You do good work. I'll go grab a Coke."
    "T hanks," Max replied liking him.
    Lisa waited for him to speak, her eyes wary. Although tempted to move closer to her, he remained in the chair. "We have to go to a doctor's meeting next week on Tuesday. They have to tell you how to care for me after the surgery."
    "I can take care of you...I mean I can care for you without going to a meeting. My mother is always sick and having surgeries. She's still alive," She replied frowning at her computer screen. "I'm going on a business trip next week."
    "They said we have to do it." Max got up and went toward the doorway, "but if you can't I understand. I'll see if my brother can do it. He's not exactly dependable, but he said he'll stay at my place."
    "Oh," she said, her eyes shifting from the monitor to him. "No, no, it's okay; I'll cancel the trip and do it. Angel can brief me when he gets back."
    "Are you sure?" He hesitated and grabbed the bottom of his shirt t o wipe the sweat from his face.
    "Oh yeah, I'm positive." When he lowered the shirt she was flushed, her lips parted. Max neared her desk and her eyes locked on to his lips. "I think it would be good to go out again and spend time together. Get to know each other a bit more...you know before you move in."
    He leaned closer and saw her swallow, her eyes locked to his face. "I suppose you're right."
    Not able to keep from doing it, he pressed his lips on hers and she grabbed his shirt bringing him to kiss her harder .
    The phone rang and they jumped apart. He smiled down at her. "I'll be at your place at seven."
    "Make that six." She told him.
     
    The doorbell rang and Lisa took one last look at her reflection. Her blood was still boiling. That man needed to learn to keep his shirt down, his ripped body had bad effects on her. It wasn't her fault. It was the Italian in her that made her hormones overly responsive to hunky men. She took solace in the fact that she wasn't as slutty