“I don’t go rummaging around in other peoples’ minds, thank you,” I said. “You’re reading too much into all this, Dane, so I pick things up quickly, big deal. I’m just a normal girl, other than the whole empath thing.”

“Is that really how you think of yourself? A girl?” he asked.

“What the hell else would I think of myself as?” I said, baffled.

“A woman,” he said. I flushed.

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