![]() ![]() Okay, sure, I'd known him since third grade and watched him go from cute to gawky to cute to hot, but I'd never seen this look on him. I could see his face clearly and it surprised me how handsome he looked. ![]() Heath was taping some kind of flyer to the light post. Heath was standing under a streetlight not fifteen feet away from me. Com pletely irritated I glanced up and froze. The annoying, under-my-skin feeling wouldn't go away. But I couldn't pay attention to the movie reviews. I moved restlessly in my chair, trying to concentrate on the movie page and thinking that maybe I could talk Erik into checking out the latest chick flick next weekend. It started subtly, like a weird itch under my skin. I don't remember when I first felt his presence. I was totally right-there was no one sitting in the outside tables, and I snagged the one closest to the big magnolia tree and set about putting the proper amount of raw sugar in my cappuccino as I nibbled at my mountain-sized muffin. I could get a yummy cappuccino, one of their mega-big blueberry muffins, a copy of the Tulsa World, and sit outside and pretend like I was a college kid. ![]()
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