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“Slow down, Captain, I would like to get there in one piece.”
“Sorry,” he said.
“So tell me, who was that woman in the background –surely you’ve had others since Chloe?”
Adam looked at me funny.
“Come on, four months is a long time. I’m sure you have women standing in line.”
“I guess, but I’m not that kind of guy.”
“So what kind of guy are you?”
“Depends who you ask.”
“Isn’t that true for all of us?” I said dryly.
Adam stopped at a red light and turned to me. “You know, I used to think her a silly blonde. Sexy for sure…” he chuckled low, “but silly.”
“Yeah, she told me you called her diva.”
“Uh-huh.” He placed his hands on his knees and raised his head to look out the window, his eyes glazed over with memories. “I knew that falling in love with her would be the stupidest thing I could do.”
I stayed quiet waiting for him to continue.
“It was just impossible not to. You know?”
“Are you saying you fell in love with her.”
A car behind us honked, and Adam looked in his rearview mirror and accelerated again.
“I asked you if you fell in love with Chloe,” I repeated as we went through the streets of Seattle.
“Do you have to ask?” Adam said. “Aren’t you like a psychologist or something? I thought you people were smart about things like this.”
“I don’t like to rely on my assumptions. I like to ask to be sure – so you’re in love with Chloe, then?”
“I was.” He gave me another quick glance. “Badly.”
“But not any longer?”
He shrugged noncommittally.
“How did you feel seeing her tonight?”
“Like someone punched me in the guts. Even talking to you is strange. It makes my heart pound faster, and you’re not even her.”
“But I look like her.”
“Yeah, you do.”
He took a right turn. “You said Pike Street, right?”
Since I didn’t know the exact address we drove down the long street until we found the gallery.
“I think we’re the first ones here,” I said and looked at the dark building.
“It’s okay, I’ll wait with you,” Adam offered.
