Chapter 13

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In the fog and dim light, we face each other. He says, “You’re a biology professor at Lessor College.”

I don’t deny this. Why should I? What do I have to hide from him? I nod and reply, “I am. You probably know a lot about me, don’t you?”

Parker confesses rather clearly, somewhat catching me off guard, “I have a little book of facts about you.”

“You’re stalking me?”

“I like to call it watching,” he clarifies.

“Why?”

“Why not? You’re handsome, sexy, intelligent, and—”

“I have a boyfriend,” I cut him off.

“Rook. The police officer.”

“How do you know that?” I step away from him, although still attracted to his handsomeness.

“You captivate me. What can I say?”

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