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kidding me," I mutte

runtled greeting. "Let me guess," he s

fore narrowing i

ose that's a

e y

s if he might be settling in for a long conversation. "I don't eve

re's an excellent chance you might be stalking me,"

ue across the fr

it straight down to

es within me in the past twelve hours than a

his to sound like

inue with that train of thought," I finish sweetly, ho

would be delighted t

reluctantly o

probably accurate. With all that messy dark hair,

r body. I'm willing to bet there's a s

ries at th

hell am

olling my eyes. "You're right, that totall

yes n

eing me in the process. Even though the morning air has

say your nam

e out a restraining order against, I'm not giving it to you either." Rather pointedly, I glance down at the phone in m

ding the same way, I'll j

gr

ud

never been one

bit of side-eye to see if he's gotten the hint

ion, he hasn't. Or he just doesn't care. I'

how aggravating

to a halt as I

ake him uncomfortable enough, it'll penetr

ent moments slide by he asks, "Are we going to stand a

rr

h him for a block or so before we go our separate w

ly make forgetting him that much easier. I won

ce at my own unf

ill think he

ulous

manages to pull off being an eleven in bright sunlight at nine in the morning. And it wouldn't surprise me to learn that he just rolled out of bed looki

it up even more than it already is. He has one of those artfully messy hairstyles that not many guys can pull off so

s guy before I do something completel

he chaotic whirl of my thoug

n he's already been able to gather. I don't wan

chol

He looks way too happy as he poses the questi

to his as we continue w

amnable dimples flash and wink

rf

ily mean we have to sit n

o hundred people, so there's plenty of room to put some much-needed distance between

out cru

s a skinny blonde f

o

r

ugh I don't know him, it fits perfectly. Now I

le c

corner of my eye, I can't help but watch their interaction.

doe

es, how's

o hide the fact that she'd like nothing more than to take a big bite out of him. Even though I'm walking beside him

riously fin

e just

, becoming all sexy and sultry. At this point I want to roll my eyes. D

oba

her thick, mascara-laden lashes at him, and it tak

embarrass

ks or subliminal messaging, or something along those lines. I think she might be trying t

l nature..

ted reappearance if I don't get out of here pronto. I'm unsure how much of

them make googly eyes at one another-all right, so maybe the googly eyes are fairly one-sided-I hasten my step, thinking th

isconc

each Dorin Hall, the social sciences building. Actuall

f like a sticky burr, he's once again at my sid

le take bef

of