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“
No
,
I
’
m
staying
at
the
Heathman
.
”
Still
?
Why
?
“
How
did
you
find
me
?
”
“
I
tracked
your
cell
phone
,
Anastasia
.
”
Oh
,
of
course
he
did
.
How
is
that
possible
?
Is
it
legal
?
Stalker
,
my
subconscious
whispers
at
me
through
the
cloud
of
tequila
that
’
s
still
floating
in
my
brain
,
but
somehow
,
because
it
’
s
him
,
I
don
’
t
mind
.
“
Do
you
have
a
jacket
or
a
purse
?
”
“
Er
…
yes
,
I
came
with
both
.
Christian
,
please
,
I
need
to
tell
Kate
.
She
’
ll
worry
.
”
His
mouth
presses
into
a
hard
line
,
and
he
sighs
heavily
.
“
If
you
must
.
”
He
sets
me
down
and
,
taking
my
hand
,
leads
me
back
into
the
bar
.
I
feel
weak
,
still
drunk
,
embarrassed
,
exhausted
,
mortified
,
and
,
on
some
strange
level
,
absolutely
off
-
the
-
charts
thrilled
.
He
’
s
clutching
my
hand
—
such
a
confusing
array
of
emotions
.
I
’
ll
need
at
least
a
week
to
process
them
all
.
