Where he was I had no idea, maybe on his way back to Austin, I couldn’t sense him at all, it was like he had closed himself off totally from me, and my biggest fear was that he would either harm himself, or King and King wasn’t worth going to jail for. I had an image of a gun from somewhere and I called Chris’s cell once more. I’m not sure how I spent the next two hours. Perhaps I entered my own little fugue state. Then suddenly, I felt a new bolt of fear shoot through me. I was terrified for Chris. I had an image of Chris with a gun in his hand and grabbed my cell phone and again went to voice mail. I tried not to let my fear show in my voice, but I couldn’t help it. I was sobbing and begging Chris. I was trying to make him understand that what I’d done, what I was, didn’t change who he was. Finally, I said something important, although I didn’t realize it for several years. I said ‘we would get past this.’ The important word there is ‘we.’ Less than two minutes later Chris was. His floppy blond hair fell across his forehead, slightly curled with sweat. He had soft green eyes with crinkles in the corner and his jaw was angular. He must have felt her gaze because he turned and looked down at her. It was then she could really appreciate the fact this gorgeous man was shirtless. Her jaw grew slack as she took in his broad shoulders and tanned skin. Despite the heat, her nipples grew hard at the thought of being held in those thick, muscled arms. She heard a soft chuckle that brought butterflies to her stomach. She looked up into the eyes of the man she had been gawking at and saw the most heavenly smile. Those crinkles were fully deepened and his straight upper teeth were peeking out giving her a blinding flash. “Um, do we know each other?” he asked doubtfully. A blush rose to her cheeks and she stuttered to reply. “Oh... um no... no.” She turned back towards the counter, hoping he would ignore her embarrassing response. Just then his hand shot out in front.
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