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“Revolving doors,” she said. “How are we going to do those?”
“Push doors beside them, right?”
“How’d you know?”
“Been here a few times. Um, to the right of the revolving door.”
“I never noticed those. How dumb am I?”
“Not at all. Not sure I want to try revolving doors yet. Get us out of here, let’s find pizza and then go home.”
“Home,” she whispered.
I told her the name of the closest pizza place to the hospital, and she found it on Google maps. A few minutes later, she had me walking down the sidewalk without much trouble.
Maybe I was getting the hang of this after all.
Not that I wanted to do it forever, of course, but still. Or maybe it was because I had Lizzie by my side. That was probably it.
“Like pineapple on your pizza?” I asked.
“You ask a lot of strange questions.”
“Just trying to figure you out. So, pineapple?”
“Yes. But only with ham as the meat.”
Totally my favorite pizza. She was a freaking dream. Had to be. “So, you said you knew about waking up different.”
She coughed, and I think she stutter-stepped, because our cadence changed for a second.
She had a lot of secrets didn’t she?
Chapter Thirteen
Damon
“So,wakingupdifferent?That question off-limits?”
She coughed again. “I—just—you say you’re trying to figure me out, but so am I. I mean figure myself out, and you. I…Drey was so sweet to me during…well, when I met him through Angelina. And then I came here. You’re his brother, and well, I just needed to help you.”
“Because of Drey.” Great, was she sporting a crush for my totally married brother or what?
“No. Because of me, I guess. I’m—Damon, I’m a freak. It’s probably good you can’t see me.”
I refused to believe that. She was amazing. How could she think she was a freak? Sure, she liked weird movies and tended to watch them on repeat. But I’d been known to do that also.
And how selfless she was? That couldn’t make her a freak.
“Well, I’m a freak now, too, so we’re meant for each other,” I said, hoping to lighten the mood.
She laughed, but it sounded more like a huff.
“I bet you just rolled your eyes, didn’t you? Are you an eye-roller?”
More laughter followed. I liked her laugh. Like her voice, it was soothing. “Do you sing?”
“No. Why would you ask me that? Um. Looks like we take a right up here. You sure this place will be open?”
