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feel her own pulse, too hard, too loud. “I think that’s a

lie. I think you have plenty of answers you aren’t

inclined to share.”

The smile he flashed her was positively chilling. He

let his thumb stretch until his hand encircled the front

of her neck, not pressing or hurting, just resting there.

A promise. One she didn’t like. She jerked away, glaring daggers. Too bad she wasn’t in a position to sink a

few into his black, shriveled heart.

“I can be patient,” he said softly, dropping his hand

to his side. Funny, she didn’t feel relieved. “But until

I have my answers, we’re going to be joined at the hip.

I hope you’re in the mood for company.”

“You know,” she mused, “you’re like a shower. For

a minute, the water’s all pleasant and nice, until someone flushes. Then its burning hot, and you feel like a

lobster in a pot.”

He blinked. Then laughed. “I suppose I should feel

lucky that you compared me to the shower and not the

toilet.”

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“Semantics.” She shrugged.

The way he looked at her made her feel as if he was

searching for something. Whatever it was, he found it,

because a gleam of satisfaction lit his mercury-bright

eyes. “We’re going to get to know each other, Roxy

Tam.”

Not if she had any say about it.

He tucked the pendant away inside his shirt; she felt

a pang to see it go. It was hers by rights. But now

wasn’t the time to insist on that.

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