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happened yesterday. It makes me want to blacken his other eye.
    I look away and jog past him to the stairs. “I don’t have time to talk.”
    “Tell me where your car is.”
    “I’ll take care of it.” I’m breathing heavily from my run and adrenaline still pumps through my veins.
    “I’m here to take you to it. Or if it’s not ready, then I’ll take you to campus or wherever you need to go this morning.”
    There are swift footsteps behind me. “No need.”
    “I’m going to hang around until you let me help.” There’s a smile in his voice that’s arrogant and cajoling.
    I grind my teeth in irritation and run up the first flight of stairs. “There are laws against stalking.”
    “Are you going to call the cops on me?”
    “Maybe.” I huff while walking swiftly toward my door with my key out.
    His hand is on my shoulder and I turn toward him. A woman from the complex across the parking lot stands outside her apartment smoking a cigarette while watching us. If I cause a scene, the woman might call the cops. Police cars make a regular appearance here.
    “I told you last night that I forgive you.” The words stick in my throat and I give him a closed-mouth smile.
    “You didn’t mean it.”
    My key slides easily into the regular lock and then into the deadbolt. “Sure I did.”
    “Liar,” he says. “Let me help you out this morning and I’ll believe you.”
    A shower is a necessity after my run, not a luxury. And as much as it pains me to take anything—anything at all—from him, I do need a ride. “Wait in your car. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
    There’s no way he’s coming in. I don’t like the way he looked at stuff in my bedroom last night and I also don’t like the way Gabby looked at him. That is not going to happen again. Gabby is off limits and so is my past.
    He nods. “Okay. Take your time. I’ll be in the car.”
    There’s a small part of me that wants to make him wait for an hour, and then there’s the sensible part of me that says to grab this carriage before it turns into a pumpkin.
    After showering and partially drying my hair, I put on a little bit of mascara and lipstick and grab my phone. I’m tempted to put on some hoochy-mama outfit to further solidify his stripper vision of me, maybe a tube top and sparkly mini-skirt. Since I don’t own either of those items, I don jeans and a nice top.
    I looked up Folks’ Automotive online last night, so I know it isn’t far. As a precaution, I punch in the number to make sure Toby was able to get my tire fixed and I’ll be able to pay for the service.
    A man answers the phone on the second ring. “Folks’ Auto.”
    “Hi. Could I speak to Toby? Is he working today?”
    “He’s here but can’t take a call right now.”
    “Oh.” I peer through the curtains to see if Dylan’s still in the parking lot. “He was going to fix a tire for me and I needed to check on it.”
    “Your name Emerson?” The man coughs and sputters into the phone loudly. I hold it away from my ear.
    “Yes.” I grab my purse, walk outside, and lock the door behind me.
    “Toby said you would call. He brought your tire to the shop and he’s already taken it back to the car. He wants to talk with you about your repair when you get here.”
    “Thank you. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” I end the call and make my way to Dylan’s showpiece of a car. Jeez. Every neighbor I have must be gawking at it by now. Mrs. Chainsmoker across the way is still on her front landing.
    The clicking sound of his door locks makes me smile. My apartment location obviously has him freaked out. Of course, I do carry Mace with me, but that’s mostly for when I come in at night.
    He leans over and pushes the passenger door open. “Hey, gorgeous.”
    His warm words send an unwanted thrill straight to my belly. I narrow my eyes at my body’s reaction and get into the car. “I said I forgave you. No need to suck up. You can’t help it that you’re