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and setting it on the floor. He was wearing a parka, which he unzipped now he was inside. She thought it weird to be wearing such a heavy coat in May. It reinforced her thought that his tan didn't look like he had been living here very long. "Moved in last week, but then I reported immediately to the station. This will be my first night actually staying here."
    "Oh, 1C is right next to me. I'm 1B," she added.
    He smiled and Abby felt her as if her insides were not melting now, but were molten lava rushing down the inside of her body like magma moves to the sea. "Now that's handy, isn't it? B being next to C and all."
    "Yes. Welcome to the building then and thanks for rescuing us yesterday," she said, even as she thought she sounded like such a ditz. Heroes probably would be bored stiff within minutes with a ditz, so she needed to rally her thoughts and start acting like she had a clue.
    She didn't want to seem too much like Lois Lane in the presence of Superman. Although, if Superman looked half as good as her hero, Abby could understand how Lois felt.
    "Hey, you're welcome," he replied. "I called the hospital. They said the little boy is going to be fine."
    "Yes." Abby smiled and started to relax. She could do this--have an intelligent conversation with a god and sound coherent. "Billy is going to be fine. Perfect in fact."
    "That's good. We always worry when there are children involved." He held out his hand. "By the way, I don't think we were ever introduced. I'm Oliver."
    She placed her hand inside his and felt like she was touching a live wire as the heat from his contact raced up her arms, telegraphed itself down the nerves of her spine and straight into her pussy.
    She looked up into his beautiful, dark eyes and it was the same body-engulfing feeling she'd just experienced when she'd dove into the cold waters of the Niagara River after Billy. The biggest difference this time was that she didn't feel one bit cold. This time she felt like she was diving into a river of that molten lava burning through her blood.
    "I'm Abby," she replied.
    "Well, nice to officially met you, Abby. And even nicer to learn we're neighbors." His smile lit up his eyes.
    She felt his pull and knew she could easily stand there looking at him for the rest of her life.
    "Nice meeting you and welcome to the building," she said, finally pulling her hand from his. She started to turn back to her door when he stopped her.
    "Hey, I know it's short notice, but I'm really not all that tired. Would you like to go out for dinner or something?" he asked. "I mean I only just moved to Buffalo, but I can probably find someplace around here that's decent for dinner."
    Abby smiled. "Well, since I'm a native, I can definitely recommend a good place or two. Besides, I'd like to do something for you since you came to the rescue with Billy."
    "Aw, shucks, just doing my job, ma'am," Oliver said. "I'll let you pick the place, but I insist on it being my treat."
    Abby chewed on her bottom lip and thought quickly. She wasn't sure if she should do this since they'd just met, but she needed a change. Playing it safe hadn't gotten her anywhere except possibly out of work, so she decided to wing it. Until the moment she'd jumped into the river after Billy, she'd played it safe her entire life.
    "Give me an hour and come over to my apartment. Deal?"
    He smiled and it stole her breath again. "Deal, neighbor."
    As she turned to head into her apartment, she heard the sound of a soft whistle. Even if it wasn't safe, Abby had an idea it was going to be a lot of fun.

    * * * *
    Oliver finished shaving and whistled as some classic rock and roll played in the background. The first thing he'd done when he'd walked into his apartment was hook up his stereo. He'd left the rest of his stuff, what there was of it, in the boxes. The apartment was furnished, which was good because he didn't own any of his own furnishings. Besides, things like furniture slowed a guy down.
    Who'd have thunk