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touch set my skin on fire. It was setting other things on fire, too. I was going to need a hose if it didn't stop.
    I did my best to cover up my overheating body and I looked over at him with a little grin. "What makes you say that?"
    He drew a little circle with the tip of his finger and traced up my arm. Little shocks of lightning came with it. "I've taken four more classes in the last month and I haven't seen you at any of them." His finger traced back down my forearm to my hand. "I do believe there is an eighty-year-old woman in that class who thinks I have a crush on her, though." The goofy smile from the yoga studio returned to his face. "When the truth is, I've been hoping to run into someone else."
    My breath stuck in my throat and I felt the goosebumps rise again on my arms. I took in a deep breath and tried to let it out through my nose, the only relaxation technique I had ever found helpful. I couldn't let myself lose control with him, not again. "I've been playing the piano. At the, you know...” I stopped. I didn't want to remind him if it was too painful for him.
    His gaze didn't even flicker from mine. He just continued with the touching that was creating a hazy fog inside my brain, making it difficult to form coherent sentences.
    I gulped and continued. “And pottery. I... I started pottery, too. And yoga, like today. I've never been very good at painting, anyway." I tried to smile, but I'm sure it looked more like my lips were twitching. I picked up my water glass with my free hand and took another sip.
    "I don't believe that. I have a gorgeous watercolor that you painted still sitting on my dresser." He looked down to his lap and pulled his phone out of his pocket. His other hand wouldn't let mine go. He looked down at the phone and his forehead wrinkled, his brows knitting together. "I'm sorry—I need to take this." He forced a smile before standing up and walking toward the kitchen.
    I couldn't hear him on his call, and I didn't care. I couldn't believe he had kept my horrible painting from the first time we had met. I rubbed the goose bumps down from my arms and watched him talking. Whatever it was he was discussing, it was obvious he was unhappy.
    He was on the phone for what seemed like a long time. I looked around the restaurant—no one was eating. No one. I could see people were starting to get upset and the waiters were nowhere to be found. The air was thick with discontent. I was starting to get uncomfortable, too, and not just from my nerves.
    He moved closer to our table and I thought maybe his call was almost over. "This is a huge mistake. Even if you get what you're after you can't go back." He paused and looked at me with a weak smile. He held up a single finger. "I'm done talking about it. I'll be there--just know I'm not doing it willingly." He pushed at the screen on his phone and held down the button on top to turn it off. He slipped the phone back into his pocket and came back to the table. He sat down and ran a hand through his hair. He finally looked at me. "Now, where were we? Your new pottery career, right?" He pulled my hand back into his. "And I was definitely holding onto this."
    I smiled. "Yes, my pottery career. I've made some beautiful bowls. Of course, they look more like plates..." I rolled my eyes and grinned.
    He chuckled and rubbed at his chin. He didn't even mention the piano or that day he had seen me playing. I could see he was still distracted by his call. He looked around the restaurant. "Why isn't anyone eating?"
    "I noticed that, too." I shrugged. It had been quite a while since I had even seen a waiter.
    He looked at the watch on his wrist and I saw him wince a little. "I don't really have time for this. Do you want to go somewhere else?"
    I nodded and we both stood up. He held out his elbow for me to hold. I took it, knowing I might kill myself on Mel's heels without something to hold onto.

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    I managed to hobble to the door of the restaurant, but I had to hold