[ He opens his mouth to snap, What do you mean? He's so sick of her riddles, her endless slippery evasions. But the words stop dead when she leans in to kiss him. He goes rigid. Anger sweeps through him like fire racing up a rope -- one arm lifting, either in defense or offense -- they'll never know. Because between one blink and the next, she's gone. ]
[ He's left alone at the table. Angry, cold, bereft, a hundred spiderwebbing questions in his head. ]
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[ He's left alone at the table. Angry, cold, bereft, a hundred spiderwebbing questions in his head. ]
[ What did she mean? ]