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I shake my head. "It was on a gossip site, I guess."

His eyes turn down. "I should have told you I was famous."

I press my lips together. I don't really have the upper hand here, what with my wedding related amnesia. "You didn't?"

"You don't remember?"

"Well… Um. Not everything."

Frustration creeps into his grey-green eyes. His lip corners turn down. His shoulders tense.

He's hurt.

He's hurt that I don't remember.

Even worse, I ran off this morning.

It doesn

't take a genius to put two and two together.

Joel shakes his head. He takes a step backwards. "We have to talk about this."

"I know."

"But right now…" He runs a hand through his hair. His eyes fill with that same frustration, but he shakes it off.

He shakes it off enough to go back to that guy he was at the club. Before I met him.

The fun guy. The cool guy. The one who never gets upset or frustrated. The one who lights up the room.

Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself here.

I have an overactive imagination. I blame books. But then it serves me well plenty of the time. Especially on lonely nights, in my tiny studio apartment…

Ahem.

"I'm going to get breakfast at the restaurant downstairs." Joel motions to the door. "How about you meet me there after you get dressed?"

"Okay." I pull my towel tighter.

Again, his eyes flare with frustration.

Again, he shakes it off.

He turns towards the door. "I'll see you soon."

"Yeah."

Then he's gone.

I wait until the door slams shut to fall back onto the bed.

My eyes go to my laptop in the corner.

I tap the trackpad and type in the password.

It's still on my transcript.

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