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"
His
voice
was
almost
a
whisper
.
"
I
was
wrong
-
you
’
re
much
more
observant
than
I
gave
you
credit
for
.
"
"
I
thought
you
were
always
right
.
"
"
I
used
to
be
.
"
He
shook
his
head
again
.
"
I
was
wrong
about
you
on
one
other
thing
,
as
well
.
You
’
re
not
a
magnet
for
accidents
-
that
’
s
not
a
broad
enough
classification
.
You
are
a
magnet
for
trouble
.
If
there
is
anything
dangerous
within
a
ten
-
mile
radius
,
it
will
invariably
find
you
.
"
"
And
you
put
yourself
into
that
category
?
"
I
guessed
.
His
face
turned
cold
,
expressionless
.
"
Unequivocally
.
"
I
stretched
my
hand
across
the
table
again
-
ignoring
him
when
he
pulled
back
slightly
once
more
-
to
touch
the
back
of
his
hand
shyly
with
my
fingertips
.
His
skin
was
cold
and
hard
,
like
a
stone
.
"
Thank
you
.
"
My
voice
was
fervent
with
gratitude
.
"
That
’
s
twice
now
.
"
His
face
softened
.
"
Let
’
s
not
try
for
three
,
agreed
?
"
I
scowled
,
but
nodded
.
He
moved
his
hand
out
from
under
mine
,
placing
both
of
his
under
the
table
.
But
he
leaned
toward
me
.
"
I
followed
you
to
Port
Angeles
,
"
he
admitted
,
speaking
in
a
rush
.
"
I
’
ve
never
tried
to
keep
a
specific
person
alive
before
,
and
it
’
s
much
more
troublesome
than
I
would
have
believed
.
But
that
’
s
probably
just
because
it
’
s
you
.
Ordinary
people
seem
to
make
it
through
the
day
without
so
many
catastrophes
.
"
He
paused
.
I
wondered
if
it
should
bother
me
that
he
was
following
me
;
instead
I
felt
a
strange
surge
of
pleasure
.
He
stared
,
maybe
wondering
why
my
lips
were
curving
into
an
involuntary
smile
.
