“Didn’t say that. Are you always this defensive?”
“When I am attacked, I am…”
“Now, who is doing the attacking? You look stunningly beautiful, by the way.”
“Same affliction as the Dean?” She said, not resisting the desire the laugh.
“That, I guarantee not. I mean it. Truly. Thank you for inviting me to come.”
“The group did.”
“But you are the number one instigator. The chairwoman of the committee. You are guilty as charged.” In that instant, he turned around to catch Caroline wobbling. The heel on her left shoes was stuck on the pavement. He held her. Supporting the full weight of her body with his.
“What is with all these situations? Imagine what would have happened to you today if I wasn’t there to rescue you?” He said, laughing hysterically. It was indeed puzzling to Caroline. Yet again, he was the cause of all the mishaps. She would have been her usual composed self if it weren’t for him.
“Let’s not walk anymore.” Jack made a quick call, walking to the sidewalk and flagging a passing taxi. When they settled into the backseat, Caroline was left with one heel on her shoes and a fluttering heart.
“Ritz Carlton,” Jack said to the driver.
For a brief second, Caroline debated whether to say something or not. When she finally decided, the moment had passed, and the taxi was streaking towards trouble.
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