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shot.”
    I don’t know whether to be relieved or to cry like a baby.
This was supposed to be a solo trip for me to get myself straightened out—not a
Julia intervention. I had no plans on any guests, especially Miss High
Maintenance. I know she won’t leave me alone, so I try to keep my eyes averted
from her naked body and grab a change of clothes from a drawer by my bed. I
hold the clothes in front of me as a barrier between us and head for the door.
I’m brushing past her while staring at the ceiling when I hear her gasp. I try
darting out the door to get away from her, but I feel her hand graze along my
back.
    “Honey, you are way too puny.” She continues to run her hand
down my back and I jerk away from her touch. No guy ever wants to hear those
words, especially from a naked woman.
    Man, she
really needs to put her clothes on.
    I hear the concern in her voice, but snap off anyway. “Well,
that makes two of us,” I mutter before slamming the bathroom door shut. I toss
the clothes on the counter and backtrack to the door to lock it. Julia doesn’t
understand boundaries and that’s going to make for more aggravation than I care
to deal with. I peel my boxers off and toss them by her discarded clothes,
stopping to stare at them, because this isn’t the outfit I left her in. They
are wet through and I can guess she has put in her exercise for the day. This
frustrates me even more, causing me to scrub my hand over my head and take a
few deep breaths to rein in my anger. She’s killing herself slowly and I’ve
spent years trying to stop it. I’m at a point in my life I’m not sure I can
keep trying.
    I let it go for now and climb into the shower to try to wash
off my fatigue, but all I really feel like doing is going right back to bed.
This body sucks. I’m tired of being tired. I pushed it yesterday with not
resting before the party, and then taking on the epic challenge on the other
side of this door. I’m an idiot.
    I’m out and dressed relatively quickly, but I’m not really
up to facing Julia yet, so I take my time flossing and brushing my teeth. After
that’s done, I study my horrible hairdo. I’ll be glad when it grows back. It
definitely wasn’t my idea, but I had no choice. I rub my hand over it before
pulling on a hat I had under the cabinet. I’ve become a hat freak and have them tucked all over the place. Taking a deep breath, I walk
out the bathroom with my eyes closed.
    “You can open your eyes, sir.” Julia laughs.
    “You dressed?” I ask without opening them. I don’t trust
her.
    “ Yes .” I can hear
the eye roll in her prissy tone.
    I peep open an eye and confirm she is actually telling the
truth. It wouldn’t surprise me if she walked around naked all day just to get
back at me for sort of kidnapping her. She’s wearing jeans and a plain shirt.
No make-up, because I accidentally forgot to pack it along with most of her arsenal of beauty crap. Peeling my
eyes away from her, I move over to the fridge and grab one of the protein
shakes I mixed up yesterday. I chug a bottle in one shot and start taking stuff
out for a sandwich. This body needs fuel and lots of it. Julia is standing by
my side watching me, so I shoot her a sideways glance. “What? You want a
protein shake?”
    She thinks about it for a minute and I know what she’s going
to ask before those prissy lips part. “How many calories does it have?”
    I shrug my shoulders, “Don’t know. I just mixed them up and
tossed the container.” I pull one out of the fridge and hand it over to her and
silently beg her to drink it. She actually takes it from me, but only holds it
suspiciously. I’m not big on lying, but I’ve found that’s the only way to deal
with Julia sometimes. It’s high in calories, but she doesn’t need to know it.
    Leaving me alone, Julia plops down on her bed that is really
a leather sleeper sofa folded out. I had the entire RV customized and had a
decent mattress specially ordered for the couch