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“So I just text hiether and talk?”

“Why not?” she said, as if it were so simple “Were you happy when you ith hi you classified info that he wasn’t allowed to tell you anyway?”

I didn’t respond, not certain I wanted to admit that I was happiest when I ith hi time

I sighed heavily and dramatically I really was confused about what I should do Part of ive his lies of omission Part of me wanted to fall into his arms and let whatever would happen between us happen

To hell with second-guessing everything

“I’ll think about it,” I said and finished my coffee

“Fair enough You knohat they say – you don’t regret the things you do as s you didn’t do Give it a try That way, you won’t always be wondering what if”

I nodded That was enough talk about Beckett for noanted to wipe my mind of the events of the past six weeks I had to think aboutmy internship with the FBI I had a paper to write I had research to conduct I had a job and would be working three shifts a week

I had a date with Graht for dinner and then a shift in the bar Working at his bar would give me extra pocket money and help him out I knew that bar like it was the back of h I probably had enough money saved from my year and from Dan’s life insurance to support myself nicely Luckily, they were only six hour shifts

“You working this week?”

I nodded “Having dinner with Gra the early shift on Tuesday”

“Talk to him See what he says about Beckett”

“I will”

We parted co our bill and I walked back to the subway and to my apartment in the New Yorker