Months ago, Daniel and I had discussed the possibility of a chance encounter. He'd warned me to stay away from him. I laughed at him calling him a cocky son of bitch. He growled, "count your blessing brat. We'll never meet in person because I don't want someone like you." I threw his words back at him before hanging up on him. In truth, I envied Daniel's confident nature. Some of it had rubbed off on me during our many ph...