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here for a second so I can give you a hug.”
    “No way,” I practically scoffed.
    He raised an eyebrow at me. “No way to the hug, or no way to touching my gaping wound?”
    I kind of smiled. “Uh, no way to touching your gaping wound.”
    “But it’s all covered,” he said confidently. “I put fresh gauze on top, just to be presentable for you. Do you wanna see it— ? ”
    I couldn’t help it when I recoiled, and he lightly chuckled.
    “Okay, no worries.”
    “I’m sorry, but why do you think I’m the only one in my family that’s not in a medical profession? I’m a big pansy.”
    “Okay, so I won’t make you look at it, and I won’ t make you touch clean gauze…” H e lifted his arms over my head, still wi th one attached to the other. “ B ut I will hug you hello, since you’re not opposed to it.”
    With a smile I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him back. My face reached his shoulder and I liked how I fit against his height.
    “It’s very nice to finally meet you,” he said.
    “It’s nice to meet you, too.”
    We released each other and kind of stood there for a moment. I liked the little bit of stubble on his chin, and his deep hazel eyes were much brighter in person.
    “So I think you’re a lot prettie r in person,” he actually said.
    He seemed a bit shy about the compliment, but I liked that, and it put me at ease.
    “Thank you. I was actually thinking the same thing about you,” I admitted. “You know, that you’re prettier in person.”
    He grinned. “Cool. I’ll take that.” After a brief pause he said, “I didn’t know you had green eyes, though.”
    “Oh?”
    He shook his head. “I guess pictures don’t do you justice. And y ou’re actually a little taller than I expected, as well. ”
    “Is that a bad thing? I’m not very good at slouching unless I’m on a snowboard .”
    “No, that’s not a bad thing at all,” he chuckled. He put his hand on my head and then brought it straight across to beneath his chin. “Five- nine ?”
    With a smile I replied, “Yep.” Since he’d used his bandaged arm to do the measurement, it brought me back to reality. “Oh gosh, we need to get you to the ER.”
    He shrugged. “Oh this little thing? Nah, it might even stitch itself if I wait another hour.”
    I playfully rolled my eyes and he laughed. Then I motioned for him to get in the car. As I started the ignition , he picked up some papers as he sat down.
    “Ten Fears T hat—”
    I snatched them out of his hands and could feel my face burn with embarrassment.
    “Wait, ten fears that what?” he asked with a smile. “Did it say ‘ruin’? Ruin what?”
    “It’s nothing,” I told him, stuffing the printout between my door and my seat.
    “Ten fears that ruin what?” he asked again.
    “It’s just something from work.”
    “Well I want to know what you’re working on.”
    “It’s not something that I’m working on; it’s just something that someone else, uh, was working on and gave to me to look over.” I guess that was the truth.
    “Hmm, well can I read it? I’m up for learning anything about fear and ruining things.”
    I laughed as I pulled out of the driveway. “So how’d you hurt yourself?” I asked, changing the subject.
    He slightly smiled, knowing that I was totally detracting from the article he wanted to read. “Uh, well, I was carrying in a box from my truck, and had my bat bag on my shoulder. Wyatt has this mirror on the wall with these metal design things on it… ”
    I nodded my awareness of it. “So his ‘metal art’ got you ?”
    “Well first my bag caught the corner of the mirror and tore it off the wall. On it’s way down to break into six pieces , it tore my arm open .”
    I cringed, but I tried not to let him see how truly disgusting that was to me.
    “His ‘metal art , ’ huh?” Gage continued . “Sounds like something I’m gonna have to replace?”
    “I have no idea,” I chuckled. “My sister actually got