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hoping that two weeks of being gone wouldn’t mean my whole life would be upside down.” He peppered the eggs Betty had brought him and moved them around his plate like a pouting child.
    Betty smiled at him and squeezed his shoulder. “Well you weren’t suspended from the diner, and in the words of a wise man ‘move your feet, lose your seat.’” She leaned in and whispered loud enough for Piper to hear. “It’s going to be all right Bobby, and if it means that much to you, go sit with her.” He rolled his eyes up at Betty and put his hand over hers that rested now on his shoulder. He let the firmness in his jaw relax slightly but stopped short of smiling.
     
    For no apparent reason, and without much thought, Piper was intrigued enough to chat with this man. “So what did you do? You know, what got you suspended?” Initiating a conversation with a stranger was completely out of character for Piper. She hated small talk. Why, she wondered, was she even bothering to talk to this guy?
    “Who the hell are you?” he barked, and Piper shrank back, not expecting that degree of harshness from a man with such warm brown eyes. If this had been two years ago, if she had been back home still living her own life, then this man would have been in for the tongue-lashing of the century. She would have gone up one side of him and down the other, spouting expletives he probably had never heard before. But things were different now. Just like she had worked hard to lose her accent, she had worked hard to control her temper. Where she was from it was a weapon that proved necessary, but here all it would do was turn heads her way.
    “Nobody,” she whispered. “You can have your seat back.” She was painfully aware of how drawing attention would undermine what she was doing here in the first place. She grabbed her things, left money on the table for Betty and hustled past him. He called something out, but Piper was already under the jingling bell of the door.
    Bobby reluctantly peeled himself from the booth and jogged out to catch her.
    “Wait,” he called out to the girl as she crossed the street. He saw her turn and look back toward him and then increase her pace slightly. He was a high school track star and one of the fastest men in his class at the police academy. There was no way she was going to out run him. He hadn’t been a perfect gentleman, but he wasn’t so rude that she needed to run away. This all seemed a little extreme to him.
    As he jogged up behind her she stopped abruptly, looking completely frazzled by his presence.
    “What?” she asked, clutching her notebook tightly to her chest. She worried that perhaps he had glimpsed her notes or maybe Betty had tipped him off to her peculiar behavior.
    Bobby ran his hands over the bristly stubble that covered his cheek and sighed loudly, looking utterly overwhelmed. “I’m sorry I was short with you. I’m not having a great couple of weeks.” Piper caught a glimpse of his flexed bicep and felt herself drawn to it, staring for a moment. He stood nearly a foot taller than she was but, unlike some men of that size, he was warm not intimidating. He was the kind of man that made you feel safer when he was around. It was clear the blustery rudeness he had just exhibited was not his normal temperament. His face was tired but too gentle for that to be true. Still, Piper wasn’t interested in his apology.
     
    “All right,” she snapped curtly, and began to turn away from him.
    “That’s it? That’s all you have to say? I’m trying to apologize here.” He may have chased after her partially out of guilt but also because she was captivating. Not gorgeous, not exotic, but there was something fascinating about her. His curiosity, however, was waning as her rudeness seemed to grow. He had thought that he might be able to redeem himself by the over-the-top gesture of running after her and apologizing. He was wrong. Much like the rest of his life right now, things