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Amazed, I stopped in mid-motion, so the towel hung in the air instead of loading on the table. What should that mean again? God, I've been with guys every day. With what I was doing it was just inevitable and although I thought I knew the male species humans pretty well, this guy made me feel insecure. I didn't like that.

"Ah, it says here you are an orphan," he said and traced the lines in front of his eyes with his finger. "Your parents were killed by proles."

A painful stitch twitched my heart. That wasn't a topic I liked to talk about. "Unfortunately this is a repetitive phenomenon these days," I replied, quieter than I wanted. Sighing, I put the towel on the table.

Nick closed the folder and tapped it thoughtfully on the chin. "But at least you got to know her."

"You don't yours?" I leaned back, keeping my eyes on the towel.

"Nah." He let the folder sink into his lap. “My father ran away when he noticed that he had impregnated his wife a