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it,” he finally lets the laugh out I know he’s been holding in.
    “You know what? This is so flippin’ good, I don’t care if you laugh at me the whole time I eat,” I say taking another bite and rolling my eyes in pleasure as the flavors explode in my mouth.
    With my mouth full I ask him, “How did you get those scars on your back?”
    He looks down at his sandwich and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t remember. I’ve had them for a long time.”
    “They look pretty brutal,” I point out and see him pale. “What’s wrong?” I ask with concern. I’m afraid I’ve touched a subject that I should not have.
    He gives me a small smile and some of the color returns to his face. “Nothing. Lexi, don’t ask me about them again.” I automatically shut my mouth and Cole turns the conversation to other things.
    We spend the next hour talking about school, colleges, and my friends. I can’t stop thinking about his scars and every time I want to bring the subject back up, I can’t. The words I’m about to say leave my brain before I can put them into words and I keep forgetting what I was about to say.
    Then, Cole starts to ask me about my parents. I tell him the story about my parents and then the story of Alex and I’s adoption. We have moved outside onto the lounge chairs, which we moved so they are right next to each other but one is turned around so we can face each other and talk while soaking up some vitamin D. He still has his shirt off and I am not immune yet so I keep my sunglasses on while I ogle away.
    “Have you ever wondered who your birth parents are?” he asks with a curious expression on his face.
    “It’s funny that you asked that,” I tell him. “I actually just spent the whole summer in the library and on the phone with the adoption agency but nothing.” I shrug and then lower my shoulders in defeat. “Either they aren’t allowed to release the information or they just don’t know. Everyone I talked to was really nice but they all told me they couldn’t help me. It was really frustrating.”
    “I could help,” he says.
    “No, I’m done looking. I made a promise to Alex that I would stop looking if I couldn’t find anything by the end of the summer.”
    “Summer isn’t over yet,” he informs me.
    “Might as well be,” I reply. “Seriously though, I don’t think I want to know anymore. Alex made some very valid points about the type of people they could be. I no longer think discovering my parents will be a good thing. I mean, they didn’t want us. So how good can they be?”
    “Maybe they needed you to be brought up by different parents? Maybe their lives were too dangerous for you?” he says while staring me in the eyes like he is trying to divulge something important to me.
    “Well, I guess we’ll never know,” I shrug my shoulder again. “Besides, the parents I do have are awesome. I love them more than I could love any other parents in the world,” I sing with my arms out, trying to lighten the depressing mood the conversation has brought on.
    He laughs at me and I see that I did change the mood, prematurely though, because there is still something serious we need to discuss.
    “So, where do we go from here?” I ask him.
    He looks at me questioningly, “What do you mean? Us?” he asks. I nod my head once. He gives me a grin, telling me he wants to hear me spell it out for him. But I’m not going to play that game. I fold my arms over my chest in a defiant stance.
    “I don’t know Alexis,” he huffs out. “I want to see more of you and be able to take you out but I don’t want to lose my job before I even start it.”
    “Well, maybe, since we already know each other, prior to you starting the job… that rule will be null and void,” I say hopefully.
    He shakes his head. “I don’t think it works that way.”
    I stand up suddenly. I’m a little pissed off, more than a little pissed off, that he isn’t willing to have a little hope. I feel used. I