He ran a hand through his hair again and grunted softly, "I suppose you will." Inside he felt like a confused little kid again. Women seemed to do that to him universally. He took a deep smoke-filled breath and turned to lean against the railing, looking out at the ocean. He really hated this city. This last month as a whole, had been miserable and no matter how irrational it was, he was dead-set on blaming the city. He couldn't wait to get moving again.