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"No, no police." She responded without hesitation. "Just get me to the car and I'll figure out something."
"C'mon, Julie. That doesn't make sense. You don't have your ID, or money or anything."
Julie pulled herself up straight. "I'm fully aware of that."
Frustration rose up in Nic's throat. "Well, that's about all you're aware of."
"Thanks for reminding me. I don't need this from you, Nic-from-Boston. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." Julie stomped to the window, stood by the desk and fingered the phone cord. She stared at the phone as if trying to think of someone to call.
"Yeah, right. You're so independent that you came and slept on the floor beside me last night. Be sensible."
A small squeak came from her before she turned to face him. Julie glared at Nic for an instant. Dang, he shouldn't have said that. But then, almost as quickly as it materialized, the glare melted into indifference.
"Whatever you say."