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I frantically tried to remember what that could’ve been but he answered my question before I could ask. “Something about dick being abundant and of low value.”
    “You said that to me at the party!” I gasped, a foggy memory clearing.
    Clint smiled softly and nodded. “I did. You have to understand how that looked to me. When I’d pieced enough together to realize it was your writing, I didn’t know what to think. The person in that blog didn’t mix with the woman I’d gotten to know these past few months.”
    I felt like I was going to throw up from embarrassment. Like expertly thrown darts, I remembered posts and confessions like sharp pin pricks. He knows about Zach. Oh God! He read about…
    He touched my arm, presumably because I’d spaced out again. Horrific realizations don’t lead to a lot of focusing. “Sorry. I mean, really. I’m sorry you…”
    “At the time, I’d only read a handful of things from the site. So when I ran into you at the party and you were…” he made a face and I decided to help him out.
    “Ridiculously drunk?”
    “Yes, that. I reacted poorly. I made a rash decision removing you from the project. Hell, if I’d only taken the time to read more of the site I could’ve seen the truth. That isn’t you. That isn’t the Talia I know.”
    I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable with that false realization. “Well, it’s not entirely me, but all those things did happen.”
    “I know. I know that now. That’s why I asked Anette to help get you here tonight.”
    “Yeah, how did all that happen? How did you get in touch with her?”
    “As she was getting you into the cab that night, I gave her my number and asked her to let me know you got home safely.”
    My chest warmed at the thought of him caring that much. Even upset with me, he remained a complete gentleman.
    “But why here?” I asked, looking around the dingy bar. I felt completely overdressed and I was getting flashbacks to my first Tinder date. At least I know where to go if I have to run out the back door, I thought wryly.
    “That hike we took out in California meant more to me than… no. I can’t say it properly. Let’s just say that going up there with you erased a lot of the hurt and heartache that place held for me. And after reading through your blog,” he snickered, “I can tell you have a lot of places around here like that.”
    I was speechless. I’d always known there was a softer side to him, but he showed it almost effortlessly, like he was accustomed to baring his soul on a regular basis. I couldn’t believe this was the same man who’d rappelled down mountains, jumped out of planes, killed terrorists in the dead of night.
    Clint pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. He slid it across the table, keeping his palm pressed down. His bright eyes were insistent. “Take this, don’t look at it until you’re home. It’ll explain everything.”
    I reached out with my own hand. When I drew close to the paper, he captured it and brought my knuckles to his lips. “I’m sorry again, Talia. But hopefully this will make up for it.”
    He stood, smiled down once more, and disappeared out the front door before I could respond.

I was still blinking between the door and the paper under my hand when Anette swooped in and took his place beside me.
    “What’s it say? What did he give you?” She rocked back and shook her fists excitedly. “I can’t take the suspense!”
    I ran my tongue along the top row of my teeth and looked at her quizzically. “You’ve been scheming behind my back for weeks. You don’t know what this is all about?” I tried to sound angry to freak her out, but I think my grin gave it away.
    “Hey, I was only supposed to get you here tonight. After that, I’m in the dark as much as you are. So what is it?”
    I stared at the paper. “He said to wait until I got home.”
    Anette smirked and we both laughed at the same time. A moment later, I pulled the letter off the