Chapter 2

I struggled and tried to fight back but both my hands were pinned to my sides and this guy new not to let me kick him. I felt the hand over my mouth loosen a little and I bit down as hard as I could. I could feel them starting to let go so I prepared myself to turn and hit him but froze when I heard, "Ouch. Man Gallagher Girl. That really hurt. You nearly bit through my skin." I would know that voice anywhere.

"Zach?" I said turning to look at him. He was holding his hand looking at the mark me teeth had left there. To my slight annoyance he looked more annoyed than actually hurt by my bite. He also looked even hotter than the last time I had seen him, which made it hard for me to think strait. I realized I was starring so I tried to distract myself by looking around the room. Sure enough it was a supply closet like the sign said. It was pretty empty. All that as in there was some big bottles of dish soap, a mop and a few other things. All of this only lasted twelve seconds before Zach recovered a little from the surprise of being bitten.

"Why did you bite me?"

"Why did you sneak up behind me and pull me into a closet? What are you doing here? Are you fallowing me," I rattled off, knowing he wouldn't answer any of my questions. It occurred to me that earlier when I had thought he was somehow close to me but not actually here I had been wrong. He was here. In London. In a random little restaurant.

"I was in the area and decided to stop by and say hi," he said. I don't know about you but I do not believe in coincidences. There was no way he was just in London at the same time as me.

"Oh, yea right," I said.

"Happy to see you too Gallagher Girl," he chuckled and smirked at me. He was now fully recovered from the bite.

"Zach, this is so not funny. Besides, every time you show up someone tries to kill me and I am really not in the mood for another fight for my life right now." I watched the smirk disappear from his face and almost felt a little bad about it. Almost, but not really. It was true after all.

"I am trying to help you Cammie." I knew he was mad when he used my real name.

"Well your doing a pretty bad job of it." Now I really felt bad. He looked like I had just slapped him. His face was half way between shock and hurt. I tried to stay angry or at least not let him see that I felt bad. His face changed all of a sudden and he glared at me.

"Fine then I will leave you alone from now on."

"Good," I said even though it was not at all what I was thinking.

He turned and walked out the door without say another word or looking back. I could not believe how much me saying that had gotten to him. I mean this is Zach we are talking about here. Mr.I-never-get-hurt-because-I'm-too-tough.

I ran to the door and out in to the hallway to stop him, knowing he was already long gone. I slowly made my way back to Bex and we left without ever eating anything. I told her what had happened on the way back to our hotel. She didn't quite know what to make of it either. She just kept saying over and over again, "but why is he here." That was a very good question but what I was wondering was, if he was here following me why had he pulled me into a supply closet, blowing his cover, and then left without telling me or asking me anything.

We were so caught up in our own thoughts we didn't even realize we were being tailed. (A/N: Ooooooo, another cliffy.)

A/N: I am in the process of writing Ch. 3 and it will be up soon.