---- style. Besides, | don't have time for some little wilting flower with split personality disorder, or whatever. "What's going on with you and Jared?" Real smooth Lyon, why don't you just drag her by her hair into your lair. "Jared, like what?" Good, she didn't seem to pick up on the undertone of pissed off in my voice. One of the reasons I'd been up all night was because of that little byplay I'd witnessed between those two yesterday. "Forget it, I'm in the shop." | turned and left before | made an even bigger ass of myself. | don't know why she was getting to me, she wasn't even my type. Except for those eyes of hers she didn't really have anything going for ---- her, and she wore her hair like an old school marm. Her clothes were less than anything approaching attractive, and she is nuts. Not a very enticing combination, so why was she the only thing | could think of for the last twenty four hours? Instead of going to the shop, | decided to go for a ride and clear my head. There was no point in staying around here with her so near, and | wouldn't get anything done anyway.