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"That was Mark," he supplies

I give an aard nod "I’rabs his wallet from his pocket and tosses a hundred dollar bill on the table for what I esti on his jacket, clearly ready to go, and I quickly reach for my purse to pay my half of the tab

"Don’t even think about it," he says and his easy-going ht My hand freezes on ainst it He is edgy and…mad? Surely not Why on earth would he be mad?

"Thank you" I slip my purse over my shoulder

He pushes to his feet and motions to the door I stand up and fit my briefcase strap over my shoulder with lint with a hardness thatyou back, Sara"

His tone is steely and almost as sharp as Mark’s had been Uncomfortably, I head to the exit, unsteady onwith hiin our walk, faster this ti on the chill between us Conversation is non-existent, and I have no clue how to break the silence, or if I should even try I dare a peek at his profile several ti hair over e me Why won’t he look at me? Several times, I open my mouth to speak but words simply won’t leave my lips

We are alallery, and a knot has foroodbye, when he suddenly grabs me and pulls me into a srasp what is happening, I aainst the wall, hidden frostare and I think I ht combust His scent, his war me I want him to touch me

He presses his hand to the concrete wall abovehere, Sara"

The words are unexpected, a hard punch in the chest "What? I don’t understand"

"This job is wrong for you"

I shakefrom Chris, an established artist, I feel inferior, rejected "You askedwhat I love I a"