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Again.
That last part he had added very slowly.
Blood rushed to my cheeks. “Oh, thank you,” I gritted through my teeth. I
tried to push down how embarrassed I was and plastered a fake smile on my
face. “But there’s no need.” I stood in front of the open door, my wet hair
sticking to my face again. I finally dropped the stupid cardigan and started
squeezing water off it. “I can manage myself. This is just rain. If I’ve
survived this long without breaking my neck, I think I can get home on my
own today too. Plus, I’m not in a rush.”
Also, I have been avoiding you since you walked out of my office earlier
today.
As I uselessly twisted some more water off my cardigan, I watched his
eyebrows knit, regaining his earlier expression as he processed my words.
“What about the cat?”
“What cat?”
His head tilted. “Mr. Cat.”
The water must have been seeping through my skull because it took me
an extra second to pin down what he was talking about.
“Your neighbor’s furless cat that you are not allergic to,” he said slowly
as my eyes widened. “Ryan’s.”
I averted my eyes. “Bryan. My neighbor’s name is Bryan.”
“Not important.”
Ignoring that last remark, I couldn’t help but notice a line of cars forming
behind Aaron’s.
“Get in the car. Come on.”
“No need, really.” One more car piled up. “Mr. Cat will survive a little
longer without me.”
Aaron’s mouth opened, but before he could say anything, the blaring
sound of a horn startled me, making me give a little jump and almost collide
against the car’s open door.
“Por el amor de Dios!” I squealed.
Turning my head with my heart in my throat, I discovered it was one of
New York City’s infamous yellow taxis. After a few years of living and
working in the city, I had learned my lesson when it came to angry drivers.
Or pissed New Yorkers in general. They’d let you know how they felt exactly
when they felt it.
Proving my point, a trail of ugly-sounding words was thrown in our