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mind begins to wander, dressing him. Maybe in some boots, some leather--
    I mentally scream at myself, reprimanding myself for subconsciously biking him up.
    A shady looking guy sitting alone near the door is also watching the doc. He seems to make eye contact with my impromptu date and I see the back of Harris’s head nod as he passes the tan-skinned young guy.
    Once he’s cleared the other man’s booth without stopping, the sitting man stands and follows Harris down a side corridor toward the restrooms. Something’s odd about the interaction… off somehow. The darker-skinned man definitely moved to follow Harris, yet they didn’t even really acknowledge each other in passing.
    The sound of dishes placed on the formica table breaks my attention.
    “Here ya go, sweetheart. Enjoy.”
    Edna sets a massive pile of golden deliciousness before me. I know it’s not polite, and I know it’s against everything my mom raised me to believe, but I don’t have the willpower to wait for my companion to return before stealing a bite.
    One little slice of perfectly beautiful crispy bacon is all it takes to offer some distraction to the shitty morning I’m having. I haven’t allowed myself more than a second to deal with the emotions Clink’s return has stirred up.
    I know I can’t go there… not now. So… I do what my mom would call ‘eating my feelings ’ , and I devour another piece of bacon.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    “After you,” Harris once again proves his debonair gentleman status by holding the metal-framed Waffle Hut door for me as I balance the doggy bag of waffles carefully.
    True to his word, they were hands down the best I’ve ever had, though I notice he didn’t touch his much. They were cold by the time he eventually returned to the table.
    I’ve never witnessed someone take as long in a restaurant restroom as he did, and I made sure to pay attention to when the other man returned to his table. Not only did Harris spend an obscenely long time in the men’s room, but so did his friend.
    Also, the man didn’t even take his seat to finish his coffee. He just… left. Very, very weird.
    I don’t know Dr. Walker well at all, and I can’t help but wonder if he, how do I say this? Plays for both teams? Could that have been what he was doing the whole time?
    It’s not something I care to ask about, and despite my little performance earlier, I have no intention of getting close enough for it to even be a factor.
    We nearly reach the car when I notice something just doesn’t look right. Harris stops short next to me.
    “What. The. Fuck?” It’s odd hearing that language from such a gentleman, and I do a double take as I watch him storm past me to circle around his very expensive luxury car, wondering what the hell he’s talking about.
    “My tires!” His explanation has me immediately searching the two tires I can see, but it takes me a moment before I notice.
    They’re flat.
    A sudden realization hits me like a ton of bricks and I begin to look around frantically. Left and right and left again until I see him.
    Two blocks down the street, on the opposite side, is Clink… leaning against the same bike I saw him near earlier, and nonchalantly playing with his fingernail.
    I begin to clench my teeth, tightening the muscles in my jaw, fighting against myself to stomp off and throw these waffles right in his face before kicking him--
    “Charlie? Is that you?” I turn on my heel, my eyes still daggers.
    I can see out of my periphery that Harris notices the man approaching me, although he’s very much preoccupied with the very flat tires.
    Blue, one of the more, er, colorful, Kingsmen, clad in his leather and a white bandana tied around his forehead, walks toward me on the sidewalk. His bike is parked just a few spots behind us.
    I stand in shock, but Blue seems to have expected it, with a hidden smile on his lips. He leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I growl in his cheek, low enough for