Page 273 of Sins of the Heart

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middle of nowhere. You never eat steak.” He paused

then and met her gaze. “You kept my jacket in the back

of your closet. For eleven years.” Seconds ticked past.

“And you took it out every so often and wrapped it

against your naked skin.”

She looked away from the intensity of his stare,

feeling out of her depth.

Some of these things he could have gleaned from

going through her drawers while she was out of it, but

not all of them. Not the part about wrapping herself in

his battered leather coat and wondering what it would

really feel like to be wrapped inhim,his arms, his legs,

his scent.

Reaching out, he curled his fingers under her jaw,

and gently turned her head until she had no choice but

to look at him.

“You wanna know how I know this shit? I snooped

through your dreams, just like you snooped through

mine.”

She took a long, slow breath, fighting for calm,

searching for some reasonable explanation, not willing

to believe what she thought he was telling her. That all

those nights she’d touched him, stroked him, tasted him

and let him taste her, she hadn’t been flying solo. He’d

been right there with her.

No.

That was wrong. Justwrong.

“Do soul reapers do that? Dreamwalk—” she lifted

her hand, dropped it “—or whatever you want to call

it?”

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