“Why are you so afraid of me?” His low voice was smooth and warm as brandy. It might as well have bene brandy as she felt slightly intoxicated.

“I’m not … not really.” She struggled to think of what to say. “You don’t want to know that either.”

“Yes I do, Chelsea.” He let go of her hand.

“No.” She pulled her jacket on. “I have to go.” She stood up, but paused to look at him.

What was it about him? Why the attraction? She didn’t want to be attracted to a man right now. Not ever.

“Bye Dylan.” She walked out of the diner.

Especially not one like Dylan. 

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