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noticed a
small white scar on his left temple. I ran down scenarios in my
mind of how he could have gotten it, but really I just sort of put
him in my place…nothing fit. I could see he still looked as fit as
he did in the last movie I saw him in, or at least his chest and
shoulders and arms did. Anything that was accentuated by the tight
shirt he was wearing. Now I’m not real good on judging weight and
height but by the way the table came to his lower chest area and I
had to damn near use a booster seat told me he was close to six
foot.
    Kyle Mallory looked like he did on his book
jackets and so much more. The black and white photos do not due him
justice. His green eyes and dirty blonde hair added a beautiful
aura of colors to his softly tanned skin.
    A cough brought me out of my thoughts, "you
wanted to say something miss?"
    "Oh right, so yeah, well the thing is that
to get the crowd away from me I said that I had seen you at the
beach." I looked directly at Kit.
    "When you say you saw me who did you think I
am?"
    "Kit Carson," I whispered in his ear so that
no one would hear me. His eyes widened and the look asked how I
knew who he was, "please, I just got done finishing watching one of
your movies last night." I leaned back to my side of the table and
looked at the two of them, "I can't promise they will stay away
long but they're bound to find out that it was a lie and then come
back to where they know there's someone famous." I smiled at the
two of them and went back to my table.
    As I sat there drinking my beer enjoying the
music I could now hear and watching the people. I had finished my
beer and my waitress (Missy I found out) stopped at my table, "you
want another one?
    "No, but I will take a soda in a high ball
glass,” she just looked at me, "please." She nodded and turned but
I reached out and grabbed her wrist. “Hey can I get one of those
burgers to go in about an hour?”
    “Oh sure, not a problem.” She smiled and
walked back to the bar. I looked down the bar and noticed a man
watching me - I filed that under 'future information', she came
back with my drink and I sipped it trying to figure out what I was
going to do now. I figured I'd go back to the hotel and eat my
burger and watch TV.
    I finished the drink and pushed it out and
like a good waitress she was there asking if I wanted more, "no but
I’d take my burger."
    “It’s already ready; I’ll go get it for
you.”
    “Thanks,” she smiled again and went to get
my food. When she returned she carried the bag and another soda for
me.
    "This is from the man across the bar."
    I frowned slightly, "thanks." I make it a
habit not to drink things that are bought for me, I glanced up at
Missy.
    "It’s just soda; I made sure that he didn't
see what went in it."
    "Thanks," I smiled at her and took a sip and
took my to-go bag and placed it next to me. I sat drinking my soda
as the crowd got denser. The Kyle Mallory word had spread again and
the bar was filling up elsewhere too. I was doing good ignoring it
until a big scruffy man bumped my table and spilt my soda and I
snapped. I grabbed the giant man buy the scruff of his neck and
pulled him into the seat next to mine. “Hello.” His eyes just
glared at me. “I don’t know if you know this or not, but you just
bumped my table and spilt my drink.” I waved down my shirt. My
voice was hard and no where near sweet. “Now why don’t you walk up
to the bar and get another one before I remove the reason you have
to wear underwear.”
    He looked disbelieving and so for a little
flash I pulled my knife out of my purse and poked him between the
legs. “Get me now?” he swallowed hard and visibly and nodded.
“Good, and while you’re at it you might want to tell your friends
there that there’s a psychotic bitch at the next table that is
close to snapping, yes?”
    He nodded again and stumbled away from my
table toward the bar and on his way back I saw him whisper in a few
ears, he placed the drink