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killed.” Oh no he did not just go there.
    “He didn’t almost get us killed, Tim. He.......ah hell, I don’t know. He was trying to protect me and it backfired. My usual temper and the lack of trusting myself got in the way. He tried to warn me, but I stormed off pissed and didn’t give him the chance to explain. It’s my fault, not his.”
    “No, Ally. He should have done more to keep you away from that mess. That crazy ex-fiancé of his......”
    “Wait! No, Tim. She wasn’t crazy. She was sick and those guys caused her death. He tried to help her, but they were ruthless. He didn’t cause it, he couldn’t have known they would come after us.”
    “But didn’t he hire a cop or something to keep an eye on you?” He asks.
    I hesitate for a moment, “Yeah, he did, but he’s over protective and.....” I trail off. Maybe I do really need to think about what I’m getting myself in to. Shaking it off, I move on. “I’ll be fine, Tim. Thanks for your concern, but I’m okay.”
    He nods and stands up from th e chair. “Just be careful, Ally,” he says and then turns to leave. “Oh, meeting tomorrow at two o’clock with the architect and site manager for the Perimeter project.”
    “Sure thing. Thanks.”
    Okay, now I’m feeling self-conscious again. Not because of work, but because of the conversation with Tim about Jackson. I know he’s right, but I’ve fought my feelings long enough. I owe it to myself to see where this goes, which may be straight to hell, but Heather is also right. I’ll never know if I don’t try, I’ll always wonder ‘what if’. I’d rather go for it and deal with the heartbreak later, then live for the rest of my life wondering.
    The rest of the day speeds along, keeping Jackson out of my mind, and before I know it its six thirty. I’m deep in to a design program on my computer and I hadn’t even realized the time until Tim comes by my office. “Why are you still here, Al? Go home, those spread sheets can wait until tomorrow.”
    “Almost done,” I say without lifting my eyes. “I’ve got an Excel formula off and I’m trying to fix it,” I say, as I click enter. Good, it worked. “Done! Whew, I’ve been fighting with this for the last....” I look at the clock, “two hours.” I haven’t even gotten up to pee and my bladder is screaming at me. I shut down my computer, grab my bag and head to the restroom, because I damn sure don’t want to be stuck in traffic and have to pee, that’s not fun.
    As I exit the stall, Sally is leaning back against the sink, arms crossed over her chest like she’s waiting on me to explain. Well, guess what?
    “Sally,” I say as I nudge past her to wash my hands.
    “You’re here late,” s he says, and I just nod my head and continue with my business. She’s annoying usually, but today she has been exceptionally so.
    “What do you want, Sal? Because I’m heading out.” My voice frustratingly grating on my own nerves, but she’s pushed my buttons today and frankly, I’m not in the mood for her antics anymore.
    “Nothing. Just s eeing what you’re up to tonight,” she answers, her eyes twinkling like she has a secret she’s dying to tell me.
    “Same thing I do every night. Go home and eat dinner, then go to bed. Wash, rinse and repeat. Why do you care so much about my plans all of a sudden, Sally? It’s not very becoming.”
    “Wha-what do you mean?” She asked, totally taken aback by my question.
    “Sally, you have been on me like white on rice ever since I got here this morning. You followed me to the kitchen, followed me out of the kitchen and now you’re standing here in the restroo m blocking my way , asking me questions that don’t concern you. What. Do. You. Want?” I ask as I wiggle my way around her to the paper towels so I can dry my hands. I know I’m being rude, but she is really pissing me off.
    “Why were you late this morning?” She finally asks.
    “What?”
    “I asked you why you were late