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big a deal, really. The stalker, that is.
    Lilah Gooding is harmless, if I’m being honest. However, because I happened to have found her sleeping in my car while she waited for me to get off work a couple times, combined with the fact that she nearly killed herself attempting to climb into my apartment through the cracked window Frodo uses to come and go, she was awarded a special document from certain officials in Redemption warning her to keep herself more than a hundred feet away from me at all times.
    She’s pretty good at staying within the law, by the way.
    “An old acquaintance.” I’m not about to go into the gory details of a relationship that never happened with a reporter who’s most likely itching to give the public all the juicy, inaccurate details of said non-relationship.
    “Why is she following you?” Green whisper-yells this time.
    She’s kinda cute when she’s going all undercover.
    No, Stiles, she’s not.
    I really need to stop finding this woman even remotely attractive.
    When I’m confident Lilah is no longer spying on me, I relax a little. But Green’s neck is still stretched out as far as it’ll go as she tries to catch a glimpse of Lilah.
    “She’s gone,” I tell her, and I dare say, the reporter in Green looks disappointed.
    “You sure get around,” she jibes, avoiding eye contact with me.
    “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I’m closer than I would have expected to be to her. With the amount of tension building between the two of us, she might have elaborated had we not been so rudely fucking interrupted by some douchebag with bad taste in casual attire and terrible social skills.
    I’m suddenly forced aside and out of the way before I can tell him to suck a bag of dicks for interrupting a very important conversation. Seriously, who walks up to a person and kisses them like that? But more importantly, why in God’s name is he kissing Green ?
    He’s on her hard, too. Like he wants to swallow her whole and it’s fucking gross.
    “Helloooooo.” I wave a hand and they break apart.
    Green is breathless. If I could roll my eyes any more than I am, I might see out the back of my head, for Christ’s sake.
    “Hi, babe.” Mystery guy says to her. My resting dick face says it all. Of course he talks like a guy who thinks he’s much better looking than he actually is.
    You know what the fuck I’m talking about.
    And okay, it’s not so much a resting dick face as much of an all the time dick face. But I digress.
    “Hi.” Green’s polite about his idiotic attempt to mark his territory. Not un- happy to see him, exactly, but not ecstatic he just assaulted her fucking face, either.
    Ass.
    Funny, I pegged her for more of the back-against-a-wall sort of woman. This guy looks like he’d much prefer cowgirl style so he can watch her tits bounce.
    Personally, I think I’d like to feel them up close and personal like. Against me. With the heat and the passion and the want and the…
    What the fuck am I even thinking?
    All beside the goddamn point.
    She’s forgotten I’m even standing here until I clear my throat and eyeball the douchebag.
    “Oh.” She laughs. “Stiles. This is─”
    “Don’t care.” When I’m sure he gets my meaning, I turn my attention back to Green. “You were saying?”
    It takes her a minute to figure out what I’m getting at, then she remembers, but apparently doesn’t want to get into to it with the boy thing around. So she slips me a sinister, quirky grin and ropes her hand through douchebag’s arm.
    “Some other time, Stiles. We’ve gotta go.” She turns and pulls him along, but his eyes stay on me like Peanut Butter on toast, trying to figure out who in the hell I am exactly.
    Fuck you. That’s who I am, asshole.
    As they scuttle off together, into the sun, I have to admit, I’m slightly impressed with the way Green ended it just now ’cause, you know, heels.
    More than that, though, I’m kinda baffled.
    Green has a boyfriend?