“Speaking of, I thought that was what you were doing today.”“I am, but I forgot my headphones here yesterday. I run Saturday and Sunday mornings... and I didn’t want to have to waste money on a new pair just for the weekend.”It made sense that he liked to run. He looked like a runner. Thick, powerful legs. In shape.Chris noticed the book on Claire’s desk.“…that’s an interesting book.”She blushed a little.“Interesting because you think the title is interesting? Or interesting because you know what. “Is it okay if I work like this? I can’t be bothered to go get a dry shirt, and we are almost done here anyway,” she asked. Peter’s eyes snapped up to her eyes.“Uh, yeah, sure,” he said quietly.Lara went back to scrubbing the buckets, and the whole time she could feel Peter staring at her. She quite liked it.Once they were done with their task Lara stepped closer to Peter, whose eyes went wide.“Do you want to touch them?” she asked with a smirk on her lips.“Can I?” Peter asked, sounding both. .well this drive was even worse. I raced up the interstate withthe pain in my chest still tingling even as I breathed. Hopefully Dr.Ramirez had some sort of drug to stop this process. I checked in just as soon as I arrived and all I had to do was waitpatiently for Dr. Ramirez. As I sat in the waiting room I grew antsy. Ifelt like I had so much that needed to get done. I bit my fingernails andthen my eye caught a home and garden magazine. "This looks like therecould be some fun things in here" I. Maybe they would have, if we hadn't left before anyone got wind of what we were doing." Bryan, it's been three years," I said. "They're over it." You mean HE'S over it, don't you?" he asked. "Or at least that's what you're hoping for. That's what this is all about isn't it?" Bryan, I'm sorry but..." I began."Alex you were always supposed to be mine. You know that," he snapped. "We just made some bad choices. And he's just so God damned selfish. He's the one who's selfish. He just never learned.