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It was Shona McDermott, of all people. We grew up together in Old Head. I’d always had a crush on her. The tears in her eyes spoke to her fury and frustration over the situation. “What are you doing here?” Simultaneously she asked, “What the hell are you doing here?” I pushed to my feet, brushing leaves and debris from my trousers. “I’m going to school.” She still lay on the ground, on her elbows, gawking at me. I offered my hand to help her to her feet, making sure my heels were dug in, so we didn’t take another tumble. Once standing, she began swiping at her clothes. “I take it you are, too.” I spotted something and scooped a binder out of the ivy and gave it to her. She took it from me. “Yeah. Yes. I am.” She clutched her belongings to her chest and avoided eye contact. The fact that she’d answered my question three times wasn’t lost on me. “Well, that’s deadly. It’s wonderful to see you.” It did my heart good. She lifted her gaze and gave me her first genuine smile. “Good to see you, too, Cal.” I wanted to prolong our interaction. I glanced up the hill, licking my lips. “Well, as you’re late for class anyway, why don’t you let me take you to lunch?” Noticing a pen near our feet, I bent to retrieve it. She scoffed, stooping to get a book to her left. “A bar maid and Patrick Byrne’s heir? That could be scandalous.” I grinned. “Is that a turn-off?” She exhaled. “On the contrary. That’s a plus.” Her focus danced over me, and I became warm despite the chilly weather. “No, wait.” She dropped her head. “I’m not doing this.” She almost seemed to be talking to herself. “I’m not doing this anymore. This isn’t who I am.” She cleared her throat. “I don’t know you. You could be a drug dealer for all I know.” I plucked another notebook from the muck. “A drug dealer? ’Ave you lost your mind? You know me. You know my family. You can trust me.” “I can’t be certain. It’s been nearly five years. Things can change in five years. Besides, you’re far too good-looking to be trusted.” “Well, thank you…I think…but aren’t you kind of throwin’ me in the stocks without so much as askin’ for evidence?” “Do you have evidence that you’re trustworthy?” “What? Well, no, but—” “I didn’t think so.” She snatched the spiral from me and scanned the ground. “Thank you for your help, but I have to go. I’m late for work.” And just like that, she marched downhill and made a beeline for the stairs. I stood, staring after her. The gal must be off her nut. There was a story there, to be sure. I shook my head, tromping back in the direction I’d come from, wiping at the dirt on my sleeve. I twisted to watch her disappear onto the road above.
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