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no line of attack has been planned to fight back the tears )

"Oh, fuck you. Seriously, bugger you right up your Victorian ass," Kate snarls into the face of the doorman who promptly slams the door in her (Indian, low class, trashy) face. "And you too." He won't remember. She's already discovered they don't. Which sucks in some cases but at least he won't spend the month of December being rude to Declan because of her. And not like she was going to ask him to kiss her anyway.

Not like she's going to ask anyone to kiss her. Not now. She's been kissed by enough people that aren't him today. And she'll be even more damned than she already is if she's going to kiss someone else at the door to his home. No fucking way.

Sick to her stomach and snarling ferally, Kate slides down the door to sit in the doorway, arms around her knees and curled tight. This day just has to end. It has to. Declan has to get home soon and not be mad at her. He has to. She needs him.

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Title and lj-cut lyrics from Pat Benatar's Promises in the Dark.

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