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Brandon standing there.  He was clad in a dark t-shirt, black jeans and the same ball cap as yesterday.  He was holding a box of donuts and two large coffees.  And he was somehow even more handsome than I recalled.
    “Sorry, did I wake you?” he asked apologetically.  “I thought you might be hungry and I was told the donut shop across the street is amazing.  I hope you like coffee?”
    “I love coffee,” I managed to reply, stepping aside to let him in.  Then I tugged self-consciously at my hair, wondering if I looked completely disheveled after spending the night sleeping in yesterday’s clothes.  “I’m probably a mess,” I told him sheepishly.
    “You look great,” he assured me, handing me a coffee.  “What kind of donuts do you like?  I got a variety pack because I wasn’t sure.  I’m a Boston cream sort of guy, personally,” he said as he opened the box to reveal an assortment of delicious looking donuts.
    “Thanks, but I’m fine with coffee,” I told him, even though my stomach was growling.  The donuts looked delicious but I was so afraid of giving into temptation.  Would one little slip up set me off and make me gain back all the weight I’d lost?  I couldn’t risk it.
    “Oh, you don’t eat donuts?” Brandon asked, his face falling.  “I guess I just assumed everyone eats donuts.  That was stupid of me, sorry.  Let’s go out for breakfast.”
    “We don’t have to do that,” I protested, not used to having someone making a fuss over me.
    “Sure we do,” Brandon insisted, flashing me a grin that could probably convince any hot blooded straight woman to walk to the ends of the earth for him.  “Haven’t you ever heard that breakfast is the most important meal of the day?”
    Brandon and I walked down the hotel hallway, but when I stopped at the elevator he grabbed my hand before I could press any buttons.  “Do you mind if we take the stairs?” he asked.  “It’s way easier that way, trust me.”
    Though I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, I nodded obligingly.  Then I allowed Brandon to guide me further down the hallway, right past the door that was marked with an exit sign.  He held open an unmarked door for me.  I saw it led down a flight of stairs that, by the looks of it, was probably only intended for hotel staff.
    Though I thought it was odd, I didn’t say anything.  If Brandon had evil intentions he’d had plenty of opportunity to act on them the previous night.  He had been nothing but a perfect gentleman, and I felt I could trust him. 
    Besides, I’d never quite gotten out of the habit of keeping a knife within my reach.  Though I’d never had to use it again since Earl, I still carried it with me wherever I went.  I usually kept it tucked into the band of my underwear.  In fact, it had become such second nature to me that it felt strange to not have it on me.
    I always liked knowing the knife was there should I need it.  It was my security blanket.  Although the cold, hard steel was a lot less comforting than the warm fleece of an actual blanket, it was also a lot more practical.
    But I didn’t need to worry.  All Brandon did was politely offer his arm to help me down the stairs, which I accepted.  He was a perfect gentleman and the more time I spent with him, the better I felt about him. 
    I was a good judge of character.  Perhaps I had overlooked some glaring warning signs with Carl, but that was a bit different.  Then, I had allowed desperation and fear to cloud my judgment, so grateful to be away from my creepy stepfather that Carl had seemed like a knight in shining armor. 
    But this was different.  I was older now, no longer a frightened teenager.  And I liked to think I was a bit wiser, too.  Leaving Carl had been scary, yes.  But it had also been empowering.  Maybe it was due to the good night’s sleep I’d had, but even though I had no idea what I was going to do next, everything was inexplicably looking