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“I didn’t need to be saved. I was actually quite enjoying Hillary’s company,” I say to Liz as we walk away.
“Oh, good,” Liz says with relief. “That girl can be insufferable. Still, I want you to meet Thomas right now. Then you’ll be able to go back and finish your conversation.”
We approach a sharply dressed guy who’s about my height. He’s a bit broader in the shoulders than I am, which is something I don’t see often. He’s also muscular. Not steroid-big like Caleb, but he clearly works out regularly, like I try to do.
“Thomas, I want you to meet Darren,” Liz says, giving the guy a thorough kiss on the lips. The kiss part is really odd. Didn’t she say earlier he was a patient of hers, like me? I catch myself before I get more bothered by it. It’s not like I’m jealous. Okay, fine, may
