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“What’s up?” Sam asked, getting in behind the wheel. He did a double take as he noticed the woman in the back seat. “What is she doing here?” he asked, starting the car and pulling offquickly.
“You recognize her?” Cooper asked, cursing himself for not thinking to askhername.
“Yeah, this is the woman from the diner.Theone—”
“My name is Nadira,” she said from the back, cuttingSamoff.
“So where are we headed?” Sam asked looking atCooper.
“You can drop her and me off at myplace.”
* * *
Cooper cursedas he missed putting the key into the slot; his hands shook so badly. He couldn’t believe she was here. Her small hand covered his, as she looked up at him with her beautiful eyes and guided the key in the lock. She smiled softly as they unlock the doortogether.
He ushered her in his apartment, looking around, hoping it was not too messy. He was satisfied that he didn’t see any junk or clothes on his couches or tables in the living room. He had been working so many shifts these past few weeks that he just had not had time to clean. She walked into the apartment, pausing to take her shoes off as he shut and lockedthedoor.
“Please make yourself comfortable,” he gestured to the couch. “Is there anything I cangetyou?”
“Any chance, I can get a shower and clean clothes?” She looked down at her currentclothes.
“Yeah, I think I have something.” He led her to the bathroom in the hallway, grabbing towels for her out of the closet. He rustled in his guest room, finding a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that belonged to hissister.
“Are these your girlfriend’s clothes?” she asked quietly, eyeing theclothes.
“No, my sister’s,” he answered, sending up a prayer of thanks that it was truly his sister’s clothing and not his ex-girlfriend’s.
“Thanks,” she said with a smile, shutting the bathroom doorquietly.
Cooper ran into his room, quickly stripping his clothes and jumping in his shower in the master bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, he walked out of his bedroom to find her sitting on the couch, with her legs curled up under her. His sister’s clothes were a little long on her but they would have to do. It was time to have a talk to find out why he constantly dreamed of her. He sat down on the opposite couchfromher.
“So, I’m sure you have questions,” she started, drawing her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head, his eyes following her hands. Her thick hair begged to be touched and pulled while he pushed his cock in her wet opening from behind. His eyes widened at the thoughts racing around in his head. He shook his head slightly, trying to mentally beat down his erection straining against hissweatpants.
“I would like to know why is it that I have dreamed of you for the past week,” he asked, leaningforward.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she looked aroundtheroom.
“After the past twenty-four hours, with what I’ve seen, just try me,”hesaid.
“Well, we have met before. We met a couple of weeks ago at Lilly’s,” she paused. He nodded, remembering her there. If he tried to remember anything more than that, he would get a headache. “We’ve spoken on the phone and texted. We’ve also have been onadate.”
He could feel his eyebrows rise at this information. He didn’t remember any of this. “Are you sure?” he couldn’t help but ask. She nodded her headquickly.
“Check your phone,” she said, pointing to his cell phone. He shookhishead.
“I believe you for some reason, but why can’t I remember anyofthis?”
She paused before answering, staring at him for a moment. He was unable to read her expression. “You’re not going tobelieveme.”
“Try me,” he said, meaning it. It couldn’t get any weirder than watching a dead body walk out of the coroner’s office. His views on the world had totally changed. If someone had told him before that dead people could come back to life, he would have personally escorted them to the nearest mentalhospital.
“I erased your memory of me,” she said, biting her lip. She looked worried as if not knowing how he was going torespond.
“Why would you do that?” He knew it was weird not asking how she would do it, but right now, he wanted to know why she would do such athing.
“The night we went on our date, you saw some things that you shouldn’t have seen. My brothers—” she stopped, giving a smalllaugh.
“Your brothers what?” He needed her to continue. This was getting weirder by themoment.
