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"I make a mean pizza soufflé," he said. She gave a bemused smile. "What is a pizza soufflé?" "Come to my house Wednesday, around seven, and I'll show you." "You really think you have me figured out, don't you?" He laughed. "What makes you say that?" "You know I can't cook, so you tempt me with food." "Is it working?" His eyes glinted. "It's going to take more than catering to my stomach to win me over, Tyler Stone." |
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