Natalie exclaimed when Leo opened his front door the following morning. Leo blinked at Natalie with sleepy eyes. “What are you doing here?” “I’m taking you jogging. Weren’t you waiting for me? You’re wearing your sweats.” “That’s ’cause I slept in them. My mom didn’t have a chance to do the laundry last night and I didn’t have any pajamas.” Leo yawned. “I’m finished with jogging. I told you that yesterday.” Natalie walked into Leo’s foyer and closed the front door behind her. “But you can’t give up. I won’t let you!” Natalie followed after Leo as he headed back to his bedroom and flopped down on his bed. It was a typical guy room, with posters of bikiniclad girls on the walls, stacks of DVDs next to his computer, books and magazines scattered on the floor, and piles of discarded clothes everywhere. “Go away,”
