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Blair set the cards down on the table again. She glanced at her friend, and realized he was taking in her appearance. Her dress from the night before was clean and tidy, her hair damp and her feet bare. Drake sat on the couch, still studying the woman.

- "Who did you sleep with?" he asked, without preamble.

- "I don't..." the redhead was interrupted without warning.

- "I want a name, Blair. Tell me who you were with, and I'll tell you if we need to schedule your therapy."

- "You're saying that because you know the answer." Blair crossed her arms, seeing some humor in her friend's attitude.

- "If the answer is Ethan Banks, then your therapy starts tomorrow"

- "Why would we be bad together?" Blair sat down on the couch, next to Drake.

Deep down, she knew the answer. She knew that two freight trains, on the same track, traveling in opposite directions, would collide at some point. She knew they would be like fire; they would burn and smolder, but they would also come to an end very quick