“Are you done?” I continued to believe that I must have misheard and blinked twice. I gave him a tender hug and said, “Baby,” but he stopped me. I felt his hands tighten on my wrists and yank me away from him. His words, which were growing more acerbic by the second, were, “I warned you, Ruby, but still you had the effrontery to come into my room with this stunt.” He was enraged. I mentally resolved myself, “But I… Dimitri, I need you and I’m not going to let you go.” He collected his files from his desk and walked calmly away from me. “For your sake I’ll pretend none of these happened today. Now get out!” he commanded. What? My fury was boiling, and I could hear Rose’s solo song, “I told you so,” playing nonstop in my head. I refused to accept this rejection. I responded, not caring what tone I used because I was only angry, “Dimitri, what’s wrong with you? You know you miss me, I don’t understand what’s wrong.” His hands were on me before I realized it, but not in the way I would ha
