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.”He frowned.“Afraid of what?” Surely she didn’t think he’d ever harm her?Her eyes darted away from him, then back again.“Afraid that we’re taking this too far.This was supposed to be a fun fantasy.Re-creating the past, having a great time.But now…” She spread her hands in a gesture of helplessness.“It’s something more.”He looked at her a long time, trying to read the message in her eyes.This had been about more than fun for him from the first.He’d started out wanting to correct old mistakes and quickly moved on to wanting to keep Taylor with him forever.Even though she’d make it clear that wasn’t an option.He took a deep breath.He’d said they shouldn’t lie to each other, so he wouldn’t.It was time he came clean about his feelings for her.No obligations, but she deserved to know how he felt.She deserved to know that he loved her.“I know what you mean,” he began.“It is something more, for me at least.Taylor I—”“Sorry to interrupt, Romeo, but I need you over here for a minute.”Dylan frowned at Troy, who had come rushing up.“Wait a minute—”“Sorry, this really can’t wait.” He nodded at Taylor and took Dylan by the arm.“I need you right now.We’ve got a little problem.”“What’s going on?” Dylan asked, still annoyed at being pulled away from Taylor.Troy nodded toward the door.One of the volunteers was attempting to keep three teenagers out of the room.“You can’t keep us out! We were invited!” The biggest boy pushed into the room and headed for the pizza boxes set out on a table.“We came to join the party!”“Do you know them?” Troy asked.Dylan shook his head and hurried over to the group.Once he was close, it was obvious they’d been drinking.Their faces were flushed, eyes reddened, their voices slightly slurred.“You’ll have to leave,” he said firmly.“Now.”“Hey, we just got here.” A kid with close-cropped red hair piled a paper plate high with pizza slices.“If they get to stay, we do, too.” He jerked his head toward Berk and Dale, who had come to stand behind Dylan and Troy.Dylan glanced at Berk.“Do you know these guys?” he asked.Berk frowned.“They’re troublemakers.You don’t want them here.”“Who invited you?” Troy asked.The biggest boy shrugged.“A friend.I don’t have to tell you who.”“You can’t stay.” Dylan grabbed the big kid by the arm and shoved him toward the door.The kid was strong, but Dylan was stronger and had the advantage of being sober.“You’ve been drinking and you’re underage.If you don’t leave now, I’ll call the police.”The boys glanced at each other, doubt edging out bravado.“Lemme go.” The ringleader jerked out of Dylan’s grasp.“We didn’t want to hang out with a bunch of losers like y’all, anyway.”Dylan watched them swagger toward the door.They grinned at each other, as if they were getting away with something.“Wait!” he called, taking a few steps toward them.The redhead turned toward him.“What?”“Who put you up to this?”The boy laughed.“Wouldn’t you like to know?”He turned and led the way out of the room, the boy’s harsh laughter echoing behind them.Troy came to stand beside Dylan.“You think someone sent them here to cause trouble?”Dylan nodded.“But I don’t know who.Or why.” He pulled his cell phone from his jacket.“Who are you calling?” Troy asked.“The police.If those boys are driving, they don’t need to be out on the street.And maybe the cops can find out who gave them their beer and sent them here.”A dispatcher took his report and said they’d send someone out to look for the boys.Dylan slipped the phone back into his jacket and turned to look for Taylor.She was seated at one of the tables, stuffing envelopes and talking with Mindy, avoiding looking at him.“Trouble in paradise?” Troy nodded toward Taylor.Dylan looked away.“Why would you think that?”“Maybe because you look like a hound dog that just lost his best friend.”He shook his head, but said nothing
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