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Brody opened the door and laughed when Ryan threw her arms around him. “I missed you, too.” He hugged her with one arm while closing the door with the other. Ryan looked up at him. “I can’t believe we live in the same building and haven’t seen each other in almost a week.” “Yeah, I know. Crazy.” He put his other arm around her and leaned down to kiss her. She laughed against his lips when he straightened up, lifting her so that she had to stand on tiptoe. He grinned and they went into the living room. “So how goes the packing?” he asked. “Finished yet?” “I guess. I’m at the point where I’m so tired of it I’m just throwing things in boxes or bags. I’ve tried to throw away as much as I could, but—” She held her hands out in a helpless gesture. “I’m lucky Lara’s mom will keep stuff for me. Oh, and Annette put me in touch with someone who needs a roommate, so that’s one less thing to worry about. I hope.” “Would that be in Arlington?” “No, in D.C., actually.” Ryan looked excited. “That could be fun. The place would be near Adams Morgan, so there’s lots of stuff there: clubs, restaurants, everything. I like it here but I like the idea of living in the city, too.” “Is that a safe neighborhood?” Brody liked the District well enough, but was only familiar with a few spots. He knew that like any city, D.C. had its share of higher-crime areas and he wanted Ryan in bursa escort a decent place. It hit him that he was disappointed at the news. Living in the District mean that she wouldn’t be living in the building; she wouldn’t be a few steps away. He shoved the thought away for later. “Oh, yeah.” Ryan laughed. “With the—what is it—the gentrification and all, Adams Morgan has become quite the happening place to live. You’ll love it; there’s a ton of ethnic restaurants there.” “Hey, I do like that. Speaking of which, let’s eat.” He stood and held out a hand for her. She took it and they went into the kitchen. “Wow, that’s great.” Ryan took another bite. “What is it, aside from delicious?” Brody smiled. “It’s my mom’s patented chicken pot-pie recipe.” “It’s amazing. I’ve only ever had this frozen.” “Frozen is never better than stuff made from scratch.” “It is if my mom cooks it.” Ryan rolled her eyes. “I don’t think she’s ever made anything that didn’t involve at least two elements that were pre-made or pre-mixed.” “You poor thing.” Brody laughed. “How’d you ever survive?” “Sheer luck.” They ate in silence for a while and then she helped him clear the table. “Do you know, the last time I was in Nate’s apartment, I don’t think he had a single clean plate. The ones by the sink looked like a science experiment.” She pretended to shudder. “One had tentacles, bursa escort bayan I swear.” “And you solve that by never eating off of plates, right? Just out of bags and boxes?” “No, that’s not true.” She gave him a fake glare. “I have those plastic plates you can reuse for a while.” “Oh, that’s so much better.” Brody shook his head. “Well it’s better than starting new life forms in the sink. I always tell Nate he should have majored in biology. He could bring down governments with some of the stuff he’s got growing in his apartment.” “Doesn’t he have a roommate?” Brody rinsed the plates and handed them to Ryan to place in the dishwasher. “No, Nate’s always preferred to live alone. He had one at the start, after high school for a while, but ever since that guy left, Nate’s had his own place. Sometimes his girlfriends have tried to clean things up, but it doesn’t work.” Ryan shook her head. “So either that stuff is a commitment-avoidance mechanism or Nate is a slob of pathological proportion. On the other hand, he’s an excellent bassist and guitarist, so we figure it evens out.” Brody laughed. “I see.” “Plus we refuse to eat anything that comes out of his kitchen. We love Nate but we can’t ignore our survival instincts.” “You know, I was curious, did any of you guys ever date? Each other, I mean?” Brody felt odd asking, but it escort bursa had been on his mind ever since talking with Rick. “What? Us? You mean, like me go out with Nate or Mitch?” Ryan stared at him. “Well, yeah. I was just wondering, that’s all.” Ryan laughed. “The answer is a total ‘no.’ Lara was already seeing Trout when we all got together. I think Nate had a girlfriend and Mitch had just broken up with one. So there was no interest in dating on anyone’s part. Besides, we said at the start that we didn’t want to be the next Fleetwood Mac. I guess we were lucky; lots of groups have those kind of problems.” “You’re not lucky, you’re good. That’s why you’ll make it.” “Hey, thanks.” Ryan looked surprised and pleased and stepped around the dishwasher to hug him. “I appreciate that.” “Yeah, well, it’s just true.” Brody kissed her forehead before closing the dishwasher. He felt guilty for even asking and mad that he’d let Rick’s drunken statements make him feel insecure. “Come on, there has to be a better way to spend the evening than doing dishes.” He led her back to the living room. “I did go out with a couple of guys in other bands,” Ryan said. “It never worked out, though.” “Why not? Not that I’m complaining.” Ryan paused as she considered the question. “Well, I guess they thought I was too serious about my career, and I should have been more serious about theirs. Like it was cool that I was in a band, so long as nothing happened. But if I wanted to work with Imaginary Grace on something, or we had a gig, and it interfered with whatever was going on with whoever I was seeing—” She rolled her eyes.

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