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"We're here," said Greg, pulling to a stop in front of Kathy's apartment. Kathy leaped out of the car without waiting for him to get the door. She hurried up the stairs and Greg followed her, wanting to make sure she was all right. At the top he reached to take her keys, thinking to open the door for her. Kathy shrank back from him and Greg could have kicked himself. Kathy might put up a brave front, but she didn't need another confrontation with an angry male tonight.
He gathered Kathy into his arms and pressed her tight against him while whispering soothing things in her ear. A sob escaped her and he started to rub her back soothingly. "I'm sorry, Kathy. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just that I can't stand the thought of..." Greg broke off, not wanting to confess his true thoughts "...of you being hurt. I wish I had slugged Brad."
She laughed feebly. "Now you sound like Seth. I wish Brad hadn't spoiled our evening. It was all going so wonderfully before he showed up."
"Yes," Greg agreed fiercely. "When he started talking about you going back to him, I wanted to ... I wanted to..."
Greg proceeded to show her what he had wanted to do, kissing Kathy so thoroughly that he felt her go limp in his arms. This was not a mere meeting of lips, but an outpouring of raw emotion, resulting from his turbulent feelings about her. When Greg finally broke away, Kathy leaned back against the wall to keep from falling. Greg took the keys from her unresisting fingers and opened the door. "You'd better go in," he said. "Good night, Kathy."