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Another text comes through.

Seven: He won't be with you tonight for this storm?

Brynn: No, he has a big court case tomorrow. It's better if I don't keep him up.

Seven: Did you call to ask him?"

Brynn: I already know he'll say no. How did you know that Daniel isn't with me?

Seven: Look out your window.

I look directly across the dimly lit night with the rain clouding my visibility, but there's no missing the large man standing on his balcony practically right in front of me.

There is he, and he's been right there for all these years.

Brynn: Are you spying on me???

I watch as he pulls his phone up to read my text. The blue light of his phone lighting up his face.

I can't see his facial features, but I can see his fingers moving quickly over the phone to respond.

Seven: Just checking in on you. I don't like that you're alone tonight.

That makes two of us.

Another streak of lightening and a clap of thunder has me jumping out of my skin a second time. There's no way I'll sleep tonight.

I look down at my phone and start to type up a response but mid-way through, I look up and Seven's gone. No longer standing on is balcony and he turned off all the lights to his apartment.

Did he go to bed?

Without saying goodbye or goodnight?

Getting to talk to him again after three weeks apart is the most exciting thing to happy to me since I left. That and the meeting with my publisher.

I debate still sending my text but I change my mind.

He obviously was ready for this conversation to be over and after I told him that he never was in the running, I don't blame him.

I head for my bedroom and pull off the rest of my wet clothes. I pull on a t-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms, and then head for the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, when I hear a knock on my front door.

It's after ten o'clock at night and I can't think of who would be knocking on my door this late, though my neighbor locks herself out regularly and now leaves a key at my place for emergencies.

Looking through the peephole, my heart leaps the second I see Seven standing in my hallway in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

I bite down on my lower lip to keep from smiling from ear to ear but it doesn't stop the smile from spreading in the least. I turn to the mirror hanging next to the wall to make sure I don't have mascara under my eyes or that any of my hair is sticking up.

I check back again through the peephole to make sure I'm not imagining it.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to let me in?" he says.

I flip the deadbolt and the handle lock and swing the door open.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"There's a thunderstorm tonight and you need someone to sleep with," he says, giving no more explanation.

He walks past me and into my apartment.

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