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was going to attack
her or something. He had to clear things up.
    He rushed to the door and tapped lightly with
his knuckle.
    “Rachel, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you or
anything. I swear I wasn’t going to hurt you.”
    He put his forehead on the wall between them
waiting, praying, for her to respond.
    “It’s okay. I didn’t think that at all,” she
said through the door.
    Her voice sounded muffled now. She was crying,
and that was the last thing he wanted. They’d been getting along so well. He
was also starting to really enjoy himself. He thought she was, too.
    Mitchell put his hand on the door handle, hoping
to slide it open so he could see her face when he offered his apology. However,
it wouldn’t budge.
    “Don’t try and come in here.” He heard her
sobbing. Just what had he done?
    “Rachel, there’s something more going on here
than the blouse and stain.”
    “Please just forget about this evening. I’m
really sorry if I’ve ruined things for you.”
    “Hey, open this door and let me in. I hate to
hear a woman cry. Please, Rachel.”
    “No, just get your money back from Perfect
Pairing and leave, please.”
    “It’s not my money, it’s my brother’s and I’m
not leaving you like this. It’s obvious you’re very upset over something and I
want to make it right.”
    “You can’t, and it’s not your fault, really it
isn’t. It’s mine.”
    “Give me a try, okay? Just one
chance to make it right…And if I can’t, then on my honor I’ll walk out of this
hotel room and leave you alone. You’ll never have to see me ever again.
But please give this guy an opportunity to clear things up.”
    “You’re pushy, has anyone ever told you that?”
    Did he detect a slight laugh when she’d said
that?
    “Yeah, all the guys I served with,” he said.
    “If I open the door you’re going to be shocked
and you’ll want to leave anyway.”
    “Maybe, but I think it’s up to me to decide and
not you.”
    There was silence for a few minutes and he
feared the worst, but then the lock clicked. Mitchell slid the wall back and
stepped into her side of the suite. Amy sat on the bed, tears streaming down
her face, her blouse sitting next to her and her arm…well, now he knew why she
didn’t want him to see it.
    He rushed to her side and sat close to her.
    “This is why you’re upset, isn’t it? Your arm?”
    ”Like I said, you may leave if you want. I won’t
be hurt. Every guy does, so I’m used to it now.”
    He knew how she felt and that was the very
reason he was staying put.
    He ran his hand over the puckered skin, hoping
that was okay with her. He   took it one step further and kissed it. He knew how she felt,
what she was going through. Right now he wanted to hold her.
    “You shouldn’t have worried about me seeing
this.”
    “I couldn’t help it, because every guy I’ve been
with gets repulsed and I never see them again. One guy even left me stranded in
a hotel room just like this. I didn’t want you to leave because you seem like a
nice, sweet guy who I’d like to get to know.”
    “Oh, Rachel.”
    He put his arm around her and pushed her head
down onto his shoulder, stroking her head.
    “How did it happen?”
    “When I was five my step father was drunk and
lost his temper when he couldn’t get the BBQ ignited, so he threw gasoline on
the grill but didn’t know I was standing behind it.”
    Mitchell wanted to cry too, but bit his lip. He
could imagine how scary that must have been for a little kid. And the pain. He knew what he’d been through himself, and it
made him want to scream sometimes.
    “I’ve had three skin grafts but it’s still not
pretty,” she said.
    “But you are.”
    She turned to look at him and he lifted up her
chin so he could see her face. Tears splashed from her eyelashes as she
blinked. He leaned in and kissed her. To hell with his promise not to get
involved and not take that dangerous step toward sex. He knew it might be an
inappropriate