"Okay, I'm also friends with him, but that would be true one way or another, so it's immaterial." Melinda stood up, going into the kitchen and poking around to find something to cook. She'd worked through lunch and was hungry. "Meeting someone who might be better for me doesn't mean they actually want me too," she pointed out. "And maybe I'm not really looking. I have other things I'm thinking about. I'm comfortable with Alec."
She turned around and encountered the abandoned pan of potato and sausage on the stove. "This kindof looks like brains."