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Chapter 5
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“Whatdoyoumean?”
“Well,ifyouweremine,youwouldn’tbeabletositdownforaweekafterthestuntyoupulledyesterday.Youdidn’teat,yougotdrunk,youputyourselfatrisk.”Hecloseshiseyes,dreadetchedbrieflyonhisface,andheshudders.Whenheopenshiseyes,heglaresatme.“Ihatetothinkwhatcouldhavehappenedtoyou.”
Iscowlbackathim.Whatishisproblem?What’sittohim?IfIwashis…Well,I’mnot.Thoughmaybepartofmewouldliketobe.ThethoughtpiercesthroughtheirritationIfeelathishigh-handedwords.Iflushatthewaywardnessofmysubconscious—she’sdoingherhappydanceinabrightredhulaskirtatthethoughtofbeinghis.
“Iwouldhavebeenfine.IwaswithKate.”
“Andthephotographer?”hesnapsatme.
Hmm…youngJosé.I’llneedtofacehimatsomepoint.
“Joséjustgotoutofline.”Ishrug.
“Well,thenexttimehegetsoutofline,maybesomeoneshouldteachhimsomemanners.”
“Youarequitethedisciplinarian,”Ihiss.
“Oh,Anastasia,youhavenoidea.”Hiseyesnarrow,andthenhegrinswickedly.It’sdisarming.Oneminute,I’mconfusedandangry,thenext,I’mgazingathisgorgeoussmile.Wow…Iamentranced,andit’sbecausehissmileissorare.Iquiteforgetwhathe’stalkingabout.
“I’mgoingtohaveashower.Unlessyou’dliketoshowerfirst?”Hecockshisheadtooneside,stillgrinning.Myheartbeathaspickedup,andmymedullaoblongatahasneglectedtofireanysynapsestomakemebreathe.
