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“I can’t?” Jason looked incredulous.
If he didn’t look so boyishly handsome in his sloppy clothes and unkempt hair—no, there was nothing boyish about Jason Doyle—Claire would have clocked him right there and then. Talk about delusional. The man thought he was immortal, or at least immortally young. Chalk up another reason for her to steer clear. In her experience, people with an unnatural sense of their own invincibility tended to do reckless things that got themselves and others into trouble. Big trouble.
“Well, some of us are mature enough to realize that we need to take care of our bodies, to nourish them with essential vitamins. That being the case, I’m going over there to get coffee.” She pointed to an espresso bar on the corner. “Can I get you something?”
“No, I never drink coffee. Do you know what coffee does to your system?”
“It’s the one thing that my body responds to in a predictable way.” She rummaged in a side pocket of her bag for some money.
“Maybe it’s time to generate some unpredictable responses?”
“And you’re just the guy to do it, right?” Claire shook her head and managed to pull a five-dollar bill free of some tissues and gum wrappers. “Talk about being predictable.”
“Honey, nothing’s predictable when it comes to me.”
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