“Oh.” She clapped her hands together. “Yeah, she’s been here for a while now, came in through the employee entrance.”
Back. Fucking. Door. Of course.
My eyes traveled up. I spotted her behind a dividing wall. She stood there, her scarlet hair swirled into a half-assed bun, sweeping the floor in simple denim and a bodysuit that highlighted her curves—and tattoos.
I wanted to hug her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to—
“Sir? Sir? You’re dripping all over the floor. And you look…kind of blue? Purple? Are you okay?”
Was I okay? I couldn’t feel my toes or fingers, and my right ear was numb. Otherwise I was fine.
“Hallie!” I called out. The place was still packed, and I looked less than the dashing prince she deserved. She looked up and stopped whistling to the song playing in the background.
Her entire expression melted. I couldn’t tell what she was feeling. Was she happy? Sad? Annoyed to see me?
“What are you doing here?” She narrowed her eyes.
Shit. Annoyed, then.
“We need to talk.”
She leaned the broom against a wall and walked over to the reception desk. I was aware of the intrigued audience following our interaction.
“No, we don’t.” She leaned one hip against the counter.
The need to touch her charred my fingertips.
“Hallie—”
“I told you not to contact me.” Her face was still, but her voice quivered. It surprised me that she looked exactly as I remembered her. And yet, I couldn’t stop looking. Couldn’t get enough. Nothing made any sense.
“You’ve said a lot of things I don’t think you meant,” I said softly. “You said you were a failure, and that was bullshit. That you were stupid—you are the smartest person I know. You said no one wants you.”
“That one’s still true.” She spread her arms in the air, smiling winningly.
“Someone does want you.”
An exasperated laugh rose from the bottom of her belly. “Right.” And then. “Who?”
“Me.”
I stared at her expectantly. The entire parlor was doing the same. She looked at me blankly, waiting for more. I took a deep breath.
“Look, I stayed away, but it’s been miserable for me. I missed you so much.” The words clogged my throat. “Actually, I think I missed you even before I knew you ever existed. But now that we’ve met, it’s become impossible to move on. I tried to go back to my old life. To be The Robot again. I can’t. I’m not a robot. I haven’t been that robot for a long time now. Because of you. You have to believe me, I didn’t stay away because it was easy. I did it because I thought I was doing right by you.”
“So what brings you here?” she taunted, but her eyes were shining, her shoulders slumped. “You decided you no longer care about doing what’s right by me?”
“No,” I groaned. Everything was freezing in my body, and I suspected I was spiking a fever. “I realized it was all bullshit. That we both needed to see each other, at least one more time, to see if we could make it work.”
“We can’t make it work,” Hallie said with conviction. “You put yourself before me. I could have been killed. And by the way, you’re blue.”
Ignoring the last part, I said, “I knew nothing would happen to you.”
“How?”
“Because I was fucking crazy about you!” I threw my arms in the air, frustrated. “I didn’t leave you out of my sight for one second. The only time you were not right next to me was the time they took you, and even then, as soon as I realized something was amiss, I ripped this fucking city to shreds in order to find you.”
She opened her mouth, about to say something, then clapped it shut.