The hair-raising alarm she'd felt before turned into all out panic, and it was that reaction that spun her around and sent her stumbling backward over the curbside, right down on her pretty little rump.  More embarrassed than hurt, she stared up at his open car window.  Though she couldn't see him now that she was on the sidewalk, she knew his car.<br/><br/>"Tony!  What the hell!"  And then she laughed, but the sound was nervous.  He'd never ... followed her out of work before.  He wanted to know what she was doing out here, but what was he?  "I work the night shift at the diner.  You know that."<br/><br/>She lifted herself from the curb easily, catching a glimpse of him inside the car.  Tony had never been a bad looking guy, but he was the brother to her, the guy she socked in the arm when she was angry.  For a moment she stared at him, unsure.<br/><br/>What *was* he doing out here anyway....