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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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