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"I'll be right back, Cooper" "Wait. Where are you going?" Harley asked curiously. "Just to get some more ice. And maybe some, say, champagne?" "Mallet, don't start with me. This isn't 'let's get Harley all hot and bothered so she'll go to bed with me day. We're ON THE RUN!" "Where the hell did that come from?" Mallet asked, surprised, but pleasantly. "C'mon, don't play dumb with me Mallet. You know damn well that's what you were thinking." "It was not! Maybe I just like champagne." "No, no. You were too thinking that. You so want me. It's written all over your face." "And you want me too, don't try to deny it."
Harley stared at the ground, afraid to look into Mallet's eyes. "Oh yeah. What makes you so sure of that?" she asked. "It's in the way you look at me. The way you can't speak when you're around me. I may not be over you, but you're not over me either Cooper. Not even close." "Well, that's a very nice theory, Mallet, but that's all it is. A theory. Just like all our theories about everything else in this whole god damn situation. Now go get your ice, and, yeah, get some champagne too. But don't think it'll get me out of my clothes." "Just wait, Harley. Just you wait. You'll change your mind, and we'll both get lucky," Mallet joked. "GO GET THE ICE!" "I'm going, I'm going. Sheesh."
When Mallet left the room (finally), Harley sat down on the bed, and began to contemplate what had just been said. "What is wrong with me?" she wondered. "How can I still have feelings for a man who hurt me so much? A man who ripped my heart out and made me cry myself to sleep every night for what seemed like forever? Do I have no will power at all?" Harley was never an expert at hiding her feelings, and this was no different. "We have to stop this. We have to stop dancing around all this tension. When he comes back, I'm gonna say everything I'm feeling. We have to talk about this- for real- not just playing around. We have to admit everything we feel, even if it hurts." Just then, the door opened- Mallet was back.