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"What do you wantto At the club Then Søren showed up I chickened out, I’m sorry It doesn’t matter"

"Doesn’t matter that you’re a prostitute?"

"A prostitute? Is that what you think I am?" she demanded "Prostitutes would kill to be me I’m a Doet to fk ht you were this sexy, riter, a free spirit But you aren’t a free spirit You’re just a very expensive cheap trick"

"I told you, Zach-- but cheap" She heard the iciness in her voice and Zach gave her a dark look

"You lied to er

Nora took a deep breath and forced herself to stay cale shock to you--"

"Are you sick?"

Nora blinked at hiree"

Zach tore fro room and came back seconds later with a pill bottle in his hand

"These," he said, shoving her beta-blockers nearly in her face "My father takes these for his heart trouble that could kill him at any moment And your MD appointments in your date book--are you ill?"

"First of all, you had no right to dig throughI broke into your apartment, we’ll let that slide And no, I’eon’ which you’ve seen And these are the saht and performance anxiety They reduce hand treh soher scenes"

Zach collapsed into a chair and buried his head in his hands He sat back and threw the bottle of pills across the room They hit the wall and clattered to the floor

"I’ve been quietly terrified for weeks that there was soht that was the secret you were keeping from me I never dreamed you…"

Nora bent down in front of him and reached out to touch his knee He stood up and brushed past her

"I can’t believe the first woman I allow near ust "I thought you were a writer"

"I ary than she’d been in years "You know that better than anyone"