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I get a lot of looks in the elevator, still too rattled to put my clothes back on. I just hold them like

an idiot while I call myself every name in the book. I’m spinning out, and it’s not until I spot the tall

tuxedoed man in the middle of the lobby that I realize what I need.

He watches me exit the elevator, a small grin on his face. But he doesn’t say a word about my

outfit, or lack of one. “Need a drink?” he asks simply.

“Yeah, I really do.”

Ransom nods, and walks me to the dimly lit bar, speaking softly to the waitress. Heads turn as we

pass, but as usual, he barely notices. Ransom has always, from the day he approached us in that group

home, walked with absolute confidence. It’s like he knew from day one who he was and what he

wanted, and never let anything sway him. He brought all of us together.

He saved us.

I slide into a booth, drop my clothes on the bench, and pull out my shirt, shrugging into it. Ransom

slides in opposite me, unbuttoning his tuxedo jacket. The waitress delivers two glasses of scotch, then

backs away with a polite smile. Weird.

“What’s that look for?” Ransom asks, taking a sip. The glass looks small in his hand. In mine, too,

come to think of it.

“She didn’t smile at me. Or flirt. It’s weird,” I murmur, spinning the glass, watching the flickering

lights twist and shift on the crystal. All waitresses flirt with me. All women flirt with me.

“Not weird at all.” I shoot him a confused look, and he laughs. “You didn’t look at her, Zach. You

didn’t give her that stupid fucking smile you use on the ladies. You didn’t encourage her in any way.”

“Oh,” I say dumbly.

Ransom’s chuckling, a wide smile on his lips. “I didn’t expect it from you. Honestly, I thought

you’d be the last one to fall. Clearly, I was wrong.”

“What are you rambling about?”

His look is knowing. He sees way too much. “Love, man. I didn’t expect you to fall for a woman

this quickly. Especially not one like Maya.”

The denial on my lips when he says ‘love’ is forgotten as I glare at him. “What’s wrong with

Maya?”

That damn chuckle again. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I really like her, actually. She’s a little

odd, and weird shit pops out of her mouth. But she’s a really nice woman. More than nice, she’s real.