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could let things roll off my back like you do.”
    The waitress dropped off my order and I smiled at her. I took a bite of the lightly buttered toast and shrugged. “I made a conscious decision to not get stuck in time. I don’t want to spend any longer back there than I have to.”
    “Good for you,” he said, sarcastically. “Unfortunately, my conscious mind and my subconscious mind aren’t cooperating with each other. And it’s my subconscious controlling the horror show.”
    I looked out the window, remembering all too clearly what we had gone through and what it was like to be a passenger in my own body.
    Outside, the sky was gloomy and full of the promise of snow. Gus wasn’t going to like that one bit. If he couldn’t have warmth, he had been pretty adamant about wanting sun.
    Paul hesitated, his hands gripping his coffee mug. “I’m thinking of seeing a shrink.”
    “What?!” I said, taken aback, my attention abruptly returning to him. “You can’t do that.”
    “I can. I have the right and the ability, and I already did,” he said, the tension visible in his jaw. “I figured I owed it to you to tell you. That’s why I invited you to breakfast.”
    So much for my idea that we were here to attempt a reconciliation.
    “But… but…” I sputtered. “What the heck are you going to tell him? You can’t tell him the truth. He'll lock you up in a loony bin.”
    “I know,” Paul snapped. “I’m trying to be as vague as possible. I told him I was in a car wreck. He thinks the accident is what I’m having nightmares about. He gave me a prescription for anti-anxiety meds.”
    I grimaced. “Those things can be lethal.”
    “It’s either meds or insanity. Which would you suggest I settle for?”
    I sighed. “I see your point. Do me a favor. If you start feeling suicidal, stop taking the drugs and give me a call.”
    Paul nodded and glanced at his watch. “I need to go.”
    “But… we haven’t been here that long. I mean… this is Saturday. It’s the weekend. People are supposed to be able to slow down and enjoy life on the weekends.”
    He stood up and tossed a wad of cash on the table. “Unlike some people, I don’t want to be late for my next appointment. Maybe next time, you’ll be more punctual.”
    I turned and watched him as he walked out. He was still as sexy as ever, but wow, talk about distant and hostile. It was like he blamed me for everything. I guess a lot of it was my fault.
    *     *     *
    When I turned my attention back to the table, I was startled to see a man sitting in the seat Paul had vacated. He had blazingly bright blue eyes, black hair just going to silver and a charming grin.
    “Talk about rude. Today’s young people have no manners.” He said, nodding his head in Paul’s direction.
    “I’m sorry. Do I know you?” I asked, trying to place him.
    He smiled. “Not yet. But you will.”
    I drank my tea as I pondered that. If I was back in Los Angeles, I would have pegged him as an actor. There was something so familiar about him. And kind of creepy at the same time.
    “I’m sorry,” I finally said. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m currently under a male moratorium. I have way too many men in my life right now.”
    He smiled, flashing deep dimples and unnervingly sharp, white teeth. “Unlike them, I have all the patience in the world,” he said, winking at me. “I’m willing to take a rain check.”
    Outside, the sky darkened and lightning flashed. Thunder hit so hard and so close, the windows of the small diner shook. I turned, halfway expecting to see a crack in the glass.
    What in the world was going on out there?
    There was no way it was warm enough to rain. And I had never seen an electrical storm in winter.
    When I turned back to the table, the stranger was gone.
     

Chapter 8
    I hurried home to tell Gus about the strange guy at the restaurant and the weird lightning storm. When I got there, Gus was out in the back yard, laying on a