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he word before. But I quickly get control of myself. "Sorry, uh, I'm fine." I twist away from

de of my guts. "I'm not asking for your phone number, and I'm not i

ier-but I don't know how long it's going to last. If Christopher is already cutting off his stash of c

by, but Mr. Kazan's still at my side, keeping pace.

ly. Deep dish is like a morta

d of pizza you wan

and the glittering watch on h

the owners. Best souvlaki in the city. If it doesn't change your life

hicago is a glittering, chaotic nightmare,

t most of that time locked in the house my husband p

I'm going. I have n

did save my b

suspiciously, trying to get a read,

. And

ar

u, Cara. Let me

re I am, but there's something about this guy. Maybe it's the way he's looking at me, or his massive size, or the almost gentle w

s not just that-plenty

se about Eros and I

and curiosity's alw

g me?" I finally as

d you need to get out of here before he find

tongue get the better of me right now isn't going to help anything, bu

to the door. "Gr

efore Eros takes my arm

mid-summer night, and Eros walks with purpose like th

ing for a visit. We get a great table up front near the windows and the owner himself comes out, a little man with

ated like this?" I

"In certain places, yes, I am. Are

y it falls apart like butter in my mouth. Eros barely touches the food and watches me with that cold, curious expre

at you have a place

him again. I don't like the way this man's seeing straight through me. "I appreciate you bail

s the most emotion I've seen

d feel the flame of five years of livi

ooking and cleaning, explaining away

ars of

, ever since I was an

hing about the world and I don't have any useful sk

ver a

and joyful in moments. It's like someone turned a spotlight on his features. He strokes a thumb down h

t think I'd ever

ing about me, and you're acting like I

kes me want to punch him in the teeth. "You are most certainly not the type to admit you need hel