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there nonchalantly as if this makes any sense whatsoever. I’m thoroughly perplexed, my ego bruised, and suddenly, I feel compelled to tell this arrogant ass he’s not worth my time.
    “Are you psycho? Do you need your meds? Because you’re fucking crazy! One minute, you’re pleased to see me, and the next, I’m not right for you. Who doesn’t have a choice in what they do? I didn’t notice anyone holding a gun to your head…You are right about one thing. I should stay the hell away from you!”
    I leap out of my chair, bound for the door. I almost reach it when he clasps onto my hand. I turn back to remark, “Oh, now you want to hold my hand, but not when I put it out there for you to take.”
    I glare up at him, my face a bright red. I yank my hand away and bolt out the door as fast as I can. I stomp down the street with my arms folded over my chest, like a cranky child, racing back to work in a hurry to mend my shattered ego. I don’t make it far before he is walking next to me, keeping up easily.
    I’d like to see him try to keep up if he were the one in heels. I ignore him while he silently strides alongside me. What? Doesn’t this guy understand the concept of someone trying to run away? I cannot take it anymore.
    “What do you want?! Why are you following me?!” I scream.
    “I want to make sure you get back safely. Besides, I’m not following you. I’m walking alongside you,” he replies imperiously, remaining phlegmatic.
    “Semantics. You are following me. Besides, you need to stay away from me, remember?”
    I start walking again, trying desperately to out run him and my tears, but just as he catches up with me , so do they, spilling out silently. Hunt reaches out and captures my hand in his to stop me. I keep my face down, so he can’t see me cry, but he tilts my head up to him.
    I swear I hear him stop breathing.
    “Please, don’t cry,” he gently pleads, wiping the salty backstabbers away from my cheeks. “This is what I am trying to avoid. If you and I were to start a rapport, this will be how it ends, in tears. I cannot stand to watch a sweet innocent cry. I didn’t say I need or want to stay away. I said I should. There is a difference.”
    His voice is softer, not as grave as earlier. I am mystified by his alternate moods, by him. I can’t keep up with him. I’m starting to get dizzy.
    “Innocent? I am far from innocent, Damian. I am not a meek little virgin who cannot handle herself. I don’t understand any of this…You’re trying to tell me something other than what is actually being spoken. I had a hunch you’d be trouble, and thus far it seems to ring tried and true. What do you want from me, Damian?”
    He stands there staring at me from clear emerald eyes, not saying a word. He appears torn, doubt flooding his face.
    I give up!
    I turn and stomp off to make it back to work on time. He doesn’t follow, which I’m glad about because it gives me a chance to cry ugly and lick my wounds.
     
    T he end of the day couldn’t come quick enough. By the time five comes rolling around, I am mentally drained and looking forward to hanging at the bar with Chase. Now there’s a guy who doesn’t complicate things. I can expect a normal, sympathetic, stress-free conversation with a few solid laughs thrown in.
    I gather my t hings and head for the lobby, finding him waiting for me by the front doors. “Hey. You ready to go?” he asks as I approach.
    “Beyond.”
    He slinks his arm around my shoulder, and we walk out into the twilight.
     
    I t doesn’t take long to get to the semi-crowded pub since it’s around the corner from my building. We grab a booth near the bar in the center of the huge space, surrounded by tables and booths. It’s all carved oak wood, burgundy hued leather, stained-glass windows, and dim lighting. It pretty much looks how it did a hundred years ago. That’s why I love San Francisco. The earthquakes are the only thing quick to change the history around