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I should do the right thing and hop on my bike and put as much distance between me and this place as possible Eventually the media circus will find ht down all around Iris and her peaceful little existence, and she doesn’t deserve that
Just before dark there’s a knock atthe water away froers
When I open the door, Iris stands there with a plate full of cookies wrapped in cellophane She s of a dick I a friendly to me
"What?" I say a little more briskly than I mean to, and it causes her to flinch
She ss hard "I brought you a peace offering" She tilts the plate a little to draw my attention to the chocolate chip cookies "And since you’re new in town, I thought e to get out of this place for a while"
"Which bar?" This invitation is te yes Selfishly, I crave more time with her
She smiles, and I swear to Godto the bar she works at, Angel’s You ga out so with her, holding her body against nized for But I know if I’ it smart, I can’t be seen out with anyone If one person notices ure out who I am, the media and Jane Ann will be all over ain I’ll be forced to go back on tour and into a life that I no longer want to lead I’h and hold up ot all the booze I need right here?"
Her green eyes flick over towe could start over--at least be friendly toward one another"
Itthat she wants et too couess I can I turn down the dick factor just a touch; God knows she’s really done nothing to deserve my cruelty "Some other time, maybe Be safe"
Iris’s bottouess I’ll see you around" She halts midturn and holds out the plate in front of her "Hope you like them I made them myself"
I raise hs "No The last thing I would ever want to do is hurtelse, si there with a plate full of cookies that she made especially for ht of being her hero, but it’s not good that she seesthat’s easily found Why couldn’t I haveand shut out the entire world? I can’t allow irl, because our entire relationship would be built on nothing but lies and deceit But besides all that, fairl like her alive
Close to nine, laughter froh the openin my kitchen that faces Iris’s place I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t helpa peek
Iris’s long, brown hair is down, bouncing around her bare shoulders with each step as she makes her way to Birdie’s Corolla The halter top she has on screa clothes, and paired with the jean skirt she’s wearing that shows off her long, toned legs, is just the right amount of sexy
I pull the knuckle I didn’t even realize I was biting away fro out there tonight, alone, drivesthat s to caress with o out of rab the keys to ht is purely for her safety I need to be there to protect her and watch out for her I won’t allow another man to put his hands on her like Jere thirty as station I come to and ask for directions to the bar Iris said she would be at It doesn’t take el’s and spot Birdie’s little white Corolla parked outside
It’s not a big place by anyfroh forher like a total creeper
I parkand thena black T-shirt that reads "Angel’s" across the chest
"ID," he asks as I approach
I fishhim my driver’s license Momentary panic sets in as the tank of a er than necessary before handing it back to ood tiht the haircut and shave wouldn’t be enough to throw a true fan off uy didn’t let on that he kneho I was even if he did He’s probably not exactly a pop music fan