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ignoring them. I didn’t know how, but I just instinctively knew that a certain set of eyes was on me. I let my hair fall forward to mask my face as much as possible as I attempted to glance up nonchalantly in the direction of the two men. Sure enough, he’d seen. The Suit was talking, but Dawson was staring right at me. Well, if you want to call it staring. More like burning a hole through my body with his intensity. He was giving nothing away with his face, again. A moment later, they shook hands, gave each other polite smiles, and parted. Dawson began striding toward me, a look of purpose etched on his features.
    Oh, fuck.
    I moved as quickly as I could. I hadn’t the slightest clue why I was trying to get away from him so fast, when only a few short minutes ago, I was pathetically pondering the idea of contacting him. I hopped into the Rover and started it but never got the chance to put it into reverse before my driver’s side door came open.
    “Chandler.” The way he said my name this time caused every cell in my body to come alive. “Any reason you’re spying on me?”
    My mouth was hanging open. Spying? Was that what he thought I was doing? Okay, maybe I was spying a little bit, but I certainly wasn’t going to confess it. I’d call it more curiosity. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lifted my chin in defiance. “I just came out of the store and saw you talking. Excuse me for noticing.”
    His dark brown eyes dazzled in the sunlight. In fact, I wouldn’t even call them brown. They had a lighter yellow hue to them making them appear slightly hazel, but not quite. Stunning. “That was more than ‘noticing.’” He air quoted. “You were watching me. Why?”
    I wanted to laugh in his face so bad. “Wait, so you get to ask me questions now, but before, I couldn’t ask you anything? I don’t think so, buddy.”
    He curled his lip up. “Spying and being nosy aren’t the same as asking why you’re doing it.”
    “Sure, it is.”
    “No, it isn’t. Not even close,” he retorted.
    “A question is a question,” I threw back.
    The other side of his mouth lifted into a sarcastic sneer. “You’re some kind of genius, aren’t you?”
    I jerked my head back. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I give you a ride for the last two days, and you’re going to make fun of me? Well, screw you.” I reached forward and tried to close my door, but he wouldn’t let the damn thing budge.
    Dawson, the same guy who barely gave me any expression over the last forty-eight hours, had now shown me five different faces I’d yet to see from him. He was clearly still in asshole mode as he poked his bottom lip out. “Aww, did I hit a nerve?”
    Enough was enough. “No!” I shot back as I grunted, still trying to yank my door shut. “God, would you move?”
    “Not till you answer my question.”
    I gave up. At least for now, but the moment he moved even a little bit, I was closing it. I didn’t care if I hit him in the process. Crossing my arms in front of me, I saw his eyes land on my heaving chest. It made my heart pick up its pace, but I was still too pissed to care. “Okay, yeah I was watching you. I was wondering what you were talking to that man about. You told me a whole lot of nothing while you were with me except for your damn name. You got out of my car, and I had no idea where you were going, if you had a place to stay, or if you planned to get another ride out of town. So when I saw you talking to someone, I got curious. Sorry, but that’s just the kind of person I am. I like to know that people are okay.” His hand fell away from the door. As much as I wanted to lean forward and do what I’d originally planned, something about his stance changed, and he regarded me differently.
    His brow furrowed. “What do you mean; you like to know that people are okay? You don’t even know me.”
    I gave him a sarcastic shrug. “Yeah, what does that have to do with anything? I just said