So he felt it, too. That odd familiarity, a nagging sense of déjà vu that she'd done her best to ignore. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a field, stars and the moon the spotlights of a sacred stage, and he, her leading man, crossing nature's floorboards with hand outstretched, that damnable smile on his flawless face, and she was reaching for him, so close to something like a perfect promise--
"No." ... what? Oh. She'd spoken that, hadn't she. Yes, she had. Uncrossing one arm to touch her throat like it had done something to surprise her, Evan shook her head. "I'm sorry, I mean ... yes, I want you to walk me home, but ... no. I think it's better if I found my own way." She even added with a lop-sided grin, although the lie beneath was audible, "I was going to go to the drug store anyway, so." Blanch.