[B][h2][center]Paige Kennedy[/center][/h2][/b]

Paige regarded Milo carefully as he ducked into the refrigerator behind her. She'd floated a few things out there, but he didn't seem that concerned. He didn't say a word about her shirt, nor about her date-night jab and when she mentioned Victoria's sister, he was unphased. She could guess the reason for the latter. Judging by his reaction to the girl's pop-in visit the other day, they were on the outs and the text she'd later sent him with the damage to the BMW may have sunk it completely. [I]Oh well...[/i] She thought. The girl had [i][u]keyed[/u] [u]her[/u] [u]car[/u][/i]. Now Tiny-Tina was out of a boyfriend. [I]Tough shit, bitch[/i]. 

What he seemed most excited about was [i]again[/i] trying to get her to take one of his handmade knives... which was also strange. Just a week ago, he was ready to kill her when he got all huffy puffy at the Winter Party and now he was giving her gifts. Sure, they were nice and all and she loved the ornate details, but a knife was never really her style. The visceral nature of it turned her stomach. Aside from that though was again the fact that [i]he was giving her a gift[/i], one that he'd spent time to make hinself. Which really meant one thing to Paige: [i]He was thinking about her.[/i]

She took the handle and felt the gentle weight of it in her hand. Like everything he made, it had a certain natural balance to it. She looked at the intricate metalwork and engraving. How he, of all people, had the patience for it was a mystery itself. She glanced up at him and then back down at the blade. There felt like some growing uneasiness about him, but she doubted it was from the company they were soon to have. She hadn't really observed him ever being afraid of anyone. It was something else.

"If I take this one," She said breaking up the pause in the air, "Are you gonna get off my back about it?"

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