TWENTY-FIVEPanic seemed like a perfectly reasonable reaction, but there was still chemistry to contend with, and her brain was still flooded with serotonin. She wouldn’t be useful until it had passed, and she knew it, so she sat with Connie and her chattering group and kept an eye on the people milling through the room, hoping to recognize a bald head.
What had that been, exactly? Did he contradict her and then intentionally prevent her from arguing? Or was it just something that hadn’t even occurred to him? Maybe he’d been intending to start his second set then, and the timing was just unfortunate, but it sure felt like he’d shut her up on purpose. Was that because he actually did, or because she was getting paranoid? Either way, he had still contradicted her. He knew there were possibil
