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“God almighty! I don’t have to listen to this!” Brooke shot from her chair and headed for the nearest exit. Dylan grabbed Brooke’s bags and followed, calling to her, but she was faster and raced into the open air. He was stopped by a security guard who looked concerned. Brooke heard the words ‘lover’s spat’.
A hundred yards away, she finally gave up running and collapsed on some grass. Dylan approached slowly, put her bags on the ground, and stepped back.
“I’m not dangerous, I promise you. But I’m not lying to you. I am not insane, either, although the situation is ... as close to insanity as one could get.” He sat cross-legged on the grass, a small distance from her, waiting for her to calm down and acknowledge that she was still listening. Finally, she looked up into his eyes, tryi
