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words came out more clipped than I had intended, and I felt a little guilt for it the moment I said it.
    “Well, I beg to differ. As far as I can tell, you are perhaps the clumsiest person I have ever seen. If I leave you to your own devices, you’re likely to injure yourself further. Who knows, you could get run over by a city bus or something while juggling your lipstick around like you did that book.” With the mention of the book, my indignation began brewing again. I was glad to feel any other emotion beside sadness.
    “I am not clumsy. I have a lot going on lately, and I’m… distracted. Besides, I don’t wear lipstick. I wear tinted gloss, thank you very much, you Book Thief!” He clutched his hand to his stomach, tossed his head back, and laughed uproariously. I was tempted to join in the laughing with him, but fought against the urge to enjoy the moment. His laugh was infectious and quite sexy. I felt a stirring between my thighs.
    Kat, seriously? You’re a joke! This man has just insulted you, and you can’t seem to get a hold of your sexually deprived self?
    “Do I amuse you? Am I some sort of joke to you? A comedian?”
    He slowly gathered himself and came down from the moment. “No, I don’t think you’re a joke, though you are entertaining.” He shrugged his shoulders.
    “Go to hell, Ben.” I said flatly.
    “They won’t have me,” he mumbled.
    “What did you say?” I swiftly jolted from my relaxed position in my seat to look him in the face.
    “Nothing,” he mumbled again and ran his large hands through his ridiculously beautiful chocolate brown, wavy locks.
    Oh, back to being a man of many words.
    When I relaxed my arm on the arm rest between the two of us, I noticed Ben glance down at the hospital bracelet on my wrist. He scrunched his brows together and looked confused.
    “You know you shouldn’t do that to your face. You’ll get wrinkles prematurely.” He looked up at me and relaxed his face into a charming smile; his eyes were sparkling at me with something unspoken in them.
    “Why, Miss Kathleen Cooper, are you worried about my appearance?”
    My eyes went wide at the sound of my full name rolling off his tongue. “How do you know my name? I never gave you my full name.” His eyes glanced downward to the bracelet on my wrist which held enough information for any proper thief to steal a person’s identity.
    “Oh, I see. I should have caught that. Are you planning on murdering me or something? Because only stalkers or murders pay attention to things like that.” I lifted my wrist with the bracelet and waved it at him. “Oh, and why were you at the airport?” He beamed another panty- dropping smile in my direction, one that made the butterflies in my stomach flutter at Mach speed.
    “No, Kathleen Cooper, I am none of those things. I assure you I am a law-abiding citizen, and I was at the airport for the same reasons you were. You know, to fly to and from a predetermined destination. I had just returned from a business trip when I saw you trip and fall.”
    Smartass! “So what do you do?”
    He paused for a moment and returned his amused look to meet mine. “I’m a lawyer.” The minute that bit of information passed over his lips I let out a dull chuckle. He looked at me with confusion riddled across his features. “Does my occupation amuse you?”
    “No not at all. I just find it… fitting that you’re a lawyer. I could have guessed that one.” He playfully narrowed his eyes on me, and then he, too, laughed.
    Ben never inquired about my occupation, so I didn’t reveal any details. He grinned at me and patted the bracelet on my wrist. We didn’t speak much more while I waited to be seen. After seeing the doctor and undergoing a few tests to make sure that I had no serious head injury, I was released from the hospital with the diagnosis of a monster headache.
    “Well, Ben, thank you kindly for your help, but I can take it from here.”
    He looked down at me while