# 32 – Walk

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“I can be ready in about twenty minutes!  It’ll still be quicker than the bus, and safer,” Liza called.  She was washing her hair at warp speed.  “I really don’t mind.”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to do that.  You have work.  It’s not like you’re already going to class.  Take your time getting ready.  I’ll be fine.”  Bruce poked his head through the curtain and kissed Liza.  His eyes wandered.  Then he smiled, kissed her again, and was gone.

Fueled by her growing agitation, Liza finished a minute later.  Maybe he was blowing her off.  Could she have read him that wrong?  He’d been the one who’d asked to stay over, and it wasn’t as if she’d turned overbearing and clingy this morning.  When she went back into her bedroom, she found that Bruce had made the bed.  There was a pink sticky note with a heart on her pillow.  Ok, probably not a blow off, but something was definitely not right.  She needed to find out what, before she got to the point where she couldn’t just walk away from this guy.  Liza threw on some clothes, jammed a clip into her wet hair, grabbed her purse, and sprinted out to the car.

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