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half-raised to his lips and hanging there as if he has completely forgotten he was in the process of drinking it. Eyes as black as summer storms snap up to me, but I hold my ground. I don't let the satisfaction at his response show on my face; I keep my expression carefully neutral, and bend over, perfectly calmly, to retrieve my dropped banana.
    "What the hell did you just say to me?" His tone matches his eyes. It crackles with the threat of the thunder to follow, but I take this as more proof that I'm right in my guess.
    "I knew I'd seen you somewhere before," I reply offhand. I take a minute more to dust off my banana, relishing leaving him in suspense, before I finally lift the magazine up off my lap and pass it over the table to him. He rips it from my hand, sloshing coffee on the table in the process. He stares in horror at the cover story as I continue eating breakfast and pretend to be completely unaware of this sudden, violent shift in his demeanor. "You're Flynn Carter. Not Flint. You're the founder and former CEO of Green Star. What was it you guys invested in?" I point my banana at him, inviting him to give me the company pitch in his own words. "Clean energy?" I offer.
    "Don't be absurd." His voice sounds tight, and he grits the insult out between clenched teeth, but he appears too paralyzed by my discovery to deny my claims.
    "Oh, I don't think it's absurd at all!" I exclaim innocently. "Without the leather jacket and the stubble, you're a dead-ringer for that guy in the photo. Obviously, you're older now. I remember it was all over the news when you were declared missing, and then dead. But it's curious how they never found the body." I'm all done with my breakfast now. I set the banana peel aside and lace my hands demurely in front of me, batting my eyes all the while. Maybe I'm laying it on a little thick, but I'm wickedly enjoying myself. "I think a lot of people would be interested to know that you're still around. Don't you?"
    "You're not seriously trying to blackmail me into hitching a ride?" Flint growls. His question acts as an inadvertent answer to my own. I rise from my chair and shoulder the strap of my duffle bag, smiling sweetly from ear to ear.
    "Of course, I might be too occupied with traveling in my immediate future to bother with contacting anyone in the press," I amend kindly.
    Flint stays seated. I see that the hand wrapped around his mug is gripping it so hard, I'm surprised the porcelain doesn't shatter into a million shards. His hands shakes with fury, and more of the coffee sloshes out the top; he's lucky he's wearing gloves; otherwise, I'm certain he would have burned himself. I'm less certain that he would have noticed.
    He rises suddenly from his chair and strides back out the front door. I make to follow after him quickly, before returning at the last second to snatch up the discarded magazine and jam a muffin into my mouth. I'm out of time to repack my bag.
    It appears my billion-dollar ride is leaving.

CHAPTER 6
     
    FLINT
    And to think I wanted to sleep with this woman.
                  No, not woman. Witch. Gorgon. I'm not sure there are enough mythological monsters to cycle through to put a name to her, but I'll be damned if I don't try.
                  It takes every ounce of my self-control to not curse out loud to myself as I stomp toward the Sportster. I can hear a much lighter pair of feet following quickly behind me. Once I arrive at my parking space, I turn to round on Ana. I'm not as surprised as she is when she crashes headfirst into my chest.
                  "You really want to do this?" I ask her menacingly. I loom over her as she takes a startled step back. I might still stand a chance of scaring her off if I turn my darker persona up to eleven. "You want to blackmail a man who is worth billions into giving you a ride? You don't even know where I'm going. And rest assured, I'm not about to adjust my course to accommodate some