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going to argue with you. I care too much about you to go there. I am a good man. You should already know that and if you don’t...”
    His words trailed off and he stared ahead, continuing to drive.
    Grace sat in her seat, feeling isolated and lonely. It had been over an hour and Brett still sat stiff, looking straight ahead.  She again kicked herself for her off-the-wall response.
    What was it about Brett that made her act so irrationally? Talk about acting like an ass.  She had just gone temporarily crazy and Brett proved he was the one with sense by shutting her antics down. She’d never been more embarrassed in her life. She knew he wasn’t the gigolo she’d met several years ago; yet her mind did nothing but compel her to say things that would push him away. She wanted to examine her feelings, but the practical part of her said to let it be.
    There was no reason to stir up a hornet’s nest. Right now he was angry, and yes, she was jealous of ‘Miss Fat Booty’; that jealously had caused her to pick a fight with Brett which she was now regretting. How could she chastise Brett when they were only friends? She tried to pull back from that rabbit’s hole because she knew she would not like the truths which it contained. However, her feelings could not be denied. She was in love with Brett. There, it was out in the open. She breathed a sigh of relief, noticing her world had not come to an end from her internal confession.
    She’d messed up. She had allowed her insecurities to get the better of her. Even when her last boyfriend cheated on her, she didn’t let her emotions take over like she just had. She’d swallowed it down; not realizing it would come back up at some point, threatening to snuff out a good thing.  Now, Brett was angry at her , and to be honest, he had every right to be.
    She glanced at his profile. His strong jaw was tight with pent-up anger, and his brow was drawn low. The trip was ruined all because of her. She had to do something.  She was torn between just telling him how she felt and keeping it to herself. At this point he was pissed at her, anyway. What good would it do?
    Shit! He just said he was hers for the taking. A warmth and rightness bloomed in her chest as her heart picked up its pace. He seemed sincere. Men just didn’t say binding stuff like that to women they knew…right? Why would he lie? No, Brett was not the type to say something like that to her just to get in her pants.  Grace rubbed her damp palms against the smooth fabric of her leather skirt, inhaled a calming breath and opened her mouth. Nothing came out.  She cleared her throat and decided to try again. This time she picked imaginary lint off of the arm of her pink two-piece sweater set and tugged at the pearl pendant lying against her mock turtleneck.
    Licking her lips, her mouth began to move and words came forth. Her brain quickly raced to keep up with what she was saying but it was as if there was a delay. She relaxed and hoped she didn’t botch it again.
    “I apologize for what I said. You’re right, I was jealous of that woman. I let it get the better of me and I took it out on you.”
    Brett remained silent, keeping his eyes firmly on the road. Grace was not sure if he was waiting for more or if he could care less. She decided to keep going, after all, in for a penny, in for a pound, as the old saying went.
    “I do want you…that is, if you still want me to want you, because I still want you to want me.”
     She felt like she was in some weird Marvin Gaye song.  “Get it together, Grace,” she chided herself as she continued looking straight ahead at the white lines whizzing underneath their car. The Navigator ate up the road, bringing them closer to New Orleans. She was afraid to look at him, afraid to hear his answer.
    The SUV began to pick up speed, and then, even more speed. She looked over at Brett in question as he weaved in front of a semi truck on the two lane highway. Her hands went to the