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She wished it was a pitchfork

Jack couldn’t understand it He’d saved her froot? He was nothing to her? Yeah, right And as all the blah, blah, blah, interfering in my life, blah, about? The least she could do was say thank you

“That guy” He pointed in the direction of the door and was disconcerted to find that half the roouy is trouble He’s stalked woerous”

“Derek?” she scoffed

“Yes,” Jack said, annoyed that she didn’t believe hiround He scared other wo what he’s capable of and you had his full attention”

Davina didn’t see

“Are you listening to me?” he said

“Yes” She pushed her eut clench “You saved uy so full of himself that he barely notices anyone else, let alone bothers them Well done you I’ll consider this a rescue, if that will make you back off”

She wasn’t getting it Jack couldn’t believe how dis

“He’s not the kind of guy you have dinner with,” he said

“And I suppose you are?”

Hoas he supposed to reason with her when he couldn’t even follow the argument?

“You’re better off without him,” he said

“Well” Davy signalled for the check “I a problem for me And, Einstein, I still have to deal with him every day at work, which you have just turned into a daily ordeal So if I haven’t said it before, here it is: thank you”

The waiter handed her the check She looked at it, gri him to sit there like an idiot Jack followed behind her She paid the bill with a credit card