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new person, she’d sworn to take it slow and not let herself fall in love until she was one hundred percent sure they could really accept her, but every time she’d done just the opposite. Eventually she’d stopped trying to meet someone and had learned to bottle up her emotions, to hide the desperate need to be loved that seemed to do nothing more than drive them away.
    The fact that he knew her darkest secret combined with the electrifying effect he had on her was terrifying. The pull she had felt towards him from the moment he’d handed her the balloons was beyond anything she’d ever felt before, and it would take every bit of willpower she had to keep from falling so hard for Chris Antonopoulos that there would be no coming back.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Once home, she fretted endlessly over what to wear. Her wardrobe was a mix of what Abby the Grownup was supposed to wear and what Abby the Not Grownup wanted to wear, much of the latter having been bought on impulse and never actually worn. Now that she finally had the chance, she couldn’t make a decision. At last she settled on a short white denim skirt that had a flouncy lace overlay, a navy blue sleeveless hoodie with a sea foam green logo for some bar and grill she’d never actually been to, and a pair of navy All Star Converse high tops. It was a far cry from her usual Abby Sciuto inspired attire, but she’d seen a girl at the skate park wearing something similar once and had fallen in love with it. It hadn’t taken her long to track the outfit down, and at long last she was getting to wear it.
    Grabbing a small tan backpack, she quickly stuffed her blankee in it, then slipped her driver’s license and some cash into one of the side pockets. Mr. Green had said that Chris would be responsible for paying for everything during their time together, but he’d also said their first meetings would be at his place, and Abby no longer knew what to expect anymore. Having her blankee along, even if it was hidden inside her backpack, would help her feel more secure.
    Right on time, Chris pulled up to the front of her building on an impossibly stretched, low slung blue chopper. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a white tank, with faded jeans pulling down snug over scuffed, black Doc Martins. Abby felt an electric jolt run through her as he stared at her from behind mirrored aviator shades.
    Oh, Mom is gonna hate him . The idea made her giggle. As she stepped up to the bike, she noticed the thin material of his shirt let the faint shadow of a tattoo over his heart show through, and she had to fight to keep from reaching out to pull the shirt up to see what it was.
    He held a hand out to her, and she took it, balancing against him as she swung one leg over the rumbling chopper to straddle the narrow seat that flowed up and over the rear fender. Once in place, she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face against the back of his neck, closing her eyes as she inhaled the seductive scent of his cologne.
    “Wear this,” he ordered, handing back a helmet he’d had hanging on the handlebars. It was black with purple and silver skulls airbrushed across it. She squealed with delight at the sight. “I thought you might like the design,” he grinned as he helped buckle it on.
    “Where’s yours?” she demanded, but he’d released the throttle at the same instant she’d spoken and her words were lost in the menacing roar of the heavy cycle. As it surged forward, she tightened her grip around his waist, marveling at the rock-hard muscles beneath her hands and trying to imagine how the two of them looked together as they barreled down the streets. He shouted something back to her, but she couldn’t make out the words, and then they were on a turn and leaning hard to the left. For a moment her mind screamed for her to straighten up, but instinct took over and she pressed against him tighter than ever, leaning with him as they took the corner and then