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Hilary Duff Babysitting

... floor. * * * * * “Want to catch a cab?” Alex asked over the music. “Yeah, but I should do it alone,” Hilary said, regretfully. After a couple hours of dancing, with more than a little bumping and grinding, Hilary was more than a little worked up. But she had to get home and she wasn’t about to take a strange man home, so as much as she liked Alex, she was definitely going home by herself. “You sure?” Alex asked, frowning. “Yeah, but give me your number and I’ll definitely call you,” Hilary said, holding out her phone. On the one hand, he’d just put a couple hours into trying to get into her pants and it had clearly been a waste in that regard. On the other, he liked her enough that if she actually did call him, then maybe getting shut out right off the bat might not be the worst thing in the world. “If you don’t call, I’m totally going to hold a grudge and never dance with you again,” Alex said as he put his number into her phone. “We wouldn’t want that,” Hilary said, smiling as he handed her phone back to her. * * * * * “You look comfortable,” Hilary said, finding Ben stretched out on the couch watching tv. “If I had a sandwich, then I’d really be comfortable,” Ben said, sitting up. “Don’t sit up on my account,” Hilary said, taking a seat in the chair next to the couch. “So, how was my little man?” “The usual,” Ben said. “We built a pirate ship out of cushions, wore eye patches, then we used cardboard tubes as swords until he ran me through a few times.” “Sounds cute,” ...

... Hilary said, laughing. While having a teenage boy as her go-to babysitter might sound weird to some, it actually worked out well. Ben was willing and able to play and do stuff with Luca that a girl might not. And Luca absolutely adored him, which was the most important part of it all. “I should be getting home,” Ben announced. “Actually, I’m kinda hungry,” Hilary said, kicking off her shoes. “That sandwich idea you had sounds pretty good.” “Wait here,” Ben said, jumping off the couch. “What are you doing?” Hilary asked loud enough for Ben to hear her on his way to the kitchen, but not loud enough to wake the k**. “I’m making a sandwich,” Ben said, opening and closing the fridge and cupboards. “Do you need help in there?” Hilary asked even though as she sat down her feet started to remind her that they’d just spend hours crammed into tight shoes and constantly moving. “No, a sandwich is clearly within my abilities in the kitchen,” Ben said, using a little of this and a little of that to build his masterpiece. A few minutes later, Ben came back with a plate with one sandwich perched on it. Cut down the middle into two triangles, he held the plate out for her. When she took half, he plopped back down on the couch and picked up the other half. “Oh my god, this is really good,” Hilary said, shocked by what she was eating. At first she’d thought it was just going to be a regular ham sandwich, and at heart it was, but there was so much more to it and she was amazed that he’d been able to ...