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wince and let out a sigh. Hopefully we weren’t too loud last night. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a roommate and it’s going to take a while to get adjusted to it.
    Isaac is silent as we make our way through the building to the curb outside. I flail my hands and try to hail a cab in the thick of morning traffic. The scowl on his face has disappeared, and he’s giving me another amused look.
    “What is it?” I say. I’m leaning half out into the street, trying to find an available cab.
    “You were right,” he says.
    “I’m right about a lot of things. Care to elaborate?”
    His brow tightens a little but his grin spreads wider.
    “Has anyone ever told you how incredibly sexy you are when you’re bitchy?”
    I give him a disgusted look.
    “Is that the big line that’s supposed to win me over?” I say, curtly.
    My nose twitches a little as I realize that I really am being a complete bitch to him. But it’s necessary. Obviously I can’t be trusted to let my guard down around him.
    “I don’t give up easily,” he says. The amused expression has returned, fully. “You’ll see…”
    Finally a cab swerves up to the curbside and I let out a frustrated sigh as the passenger takes their time getting out. Don’t people have places to be? Could this day get off to a worse start?
    “I don’t want to see,” I tell him over my shoulder. “It was fun, but it was just a one-night thing.”
    “And once, again, in the morning,” he adds.
    The reminder was subtle enough to send a wave of imagery through my head, and my insides twist a little tighter. Isaac’s hands are shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket, and despite the fact that he is wearing the same clothes from the night before, he is still the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
    “Still, it won’t be happening again,” I manage. He gives me a jovial smile that tells me he thinks otherwise.
    He steps forward and holds the door for me as I climb into the cab.
    “My bike,” he says, grinning down at me. I give him a puzzled look. “You were right about it. It’s gone.” He gives me a confident wink as my insides curdle. “See you around…”
    With that, he shuts the door and the driver pulls away from the curb. Our eyes stay locked on each other until the chaos of the traffic hides him from me. I let out a groan and tell the cabbie where to take me.
    There are five missed calls from Declan and a single text message. But I can’t bring myself to check the messages just yet. I am impossibly late for my big first day, but yet I can’t bring myself to think about anything besides Isaac. The farther away from him we get, the more awful I feel for treating him like that. He’d been nothing but sweet and charming to me from the moment I met him, and now his bike was stolen, or towed, or God-knows-what, and I can’t help but feel partly responsible.
    It isn’t rational.
    It’s not like there is anything I can do about it. He’s an adult and he was the one that decided to leave it parked on the street. It’s not my fault that he’s now stranded on my street corner, right?
    But still, did I have to be such a bitch to him?
    Finally, I read Declan’s text message. My heart sinks as I imagine how worried he must be.
    “Where are you? Are you okay?”
    No. I am not okay.
    This is not the way I wanted to start the rest of my life.

Chapter 9

    Declan’s eyes widen when he sees me enter the lobby of the Barnes Media Group. He’s been waiting there ever since I texted him and told him I was a few minutes away. He rushes up to me and throws his arms around me, squeezing me into a tight hug. The fabric of his expensive suit is soft against my face as he pulls me into him, nearly crushing the air from my lungs.
    “Good morning to you, too,” I manage, despite barely being able to breathe.
    He releases me and his brow pulls together as his intense, blue eyes search me up and down.
    “Are you okay? You had me worried sick about