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I stared at her. The truth was, I didn’t know if I could ever get past the violent reaction he provoked in me. But if that wasn’tthere?
I could fall in love withhim.
Setting the silverware in the drawer, I admitted, “I was a total bitch to Trent today. I let him know what I thought about him, and now I feelguilty.”
She drained the sink. “What does that have to do with whether or not you likehim?”
“Because in the past he was always kind and honest to me.” Taking the dish towel from her, I hung it on the rack to dry, then wiped off the table andcounter.
“He’s been kind toyou?”
“Yes,” Iwhispered.
She shook her head. “I toldyou.”
“Told mewhat?”
“Told you that you need to face what you’ve been runningfrom.”
I pursed my lips and threw the sponge in the sink. “You know,Lulu?”
“What?”
“You’re kind ofannoying.”
Her dark brown eyes held humor in them. “Why isthat?”
“Because you’re alwaysright.”
Her soothing chuckle washed over me. “I’m the logical one. You’re thedreamer.”
“Maybe.”
“Do you think I can dothis?”
“Stay?Yes.”
“I’m not sosure.”
Lulu analyzed me with her gaze. “Uh-huh,” she said, not convinced. “Go get cleaned up and dressed. I’llwait.”
That afternoon, in the darkened theater, I watched a cheesy Hollywood love story dubbed intoSpanish.
While I ate stale, salty popcorn and watched the couple who so obviously should have been together from the beginning finally kiss, I remembered the way Trent’s arms felt around me last night as Isobbed.
Stupidmovie.
I didn’t really want that, didI?
No. I wasn’t cut out for relationships. I valued my liberty too much. I’d better stayaway.
