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The dry grass tickled the back of my legs as I sat on the small roof garden of the Humble Pig. The roasted leg of lamb wetted my mouth even after I stuffed my face with as much meat as I could. Despite my qualms about Rick, he offered to let me use the private roof so I could have a little bit of peace and quiet during my breakfast. I let the cool breeze play with my hair, the sun warmer than I’d expect during winter times. The door behind me shrieked and I opened one eye. “Hello?”
“Hi, how are you feeling?”
“Aspen?” Surprised, I sat up and stared at the man. I thought I’d been very clear in that I wanted to be on my own. “What are you doing here?”
He sat down, a little too close to me. Heat radiated from his body, emitting from his every pore.
“Aren’t you cold?” I asked, wondering
