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.She still ached and that bothered her even more than the fact that themysterious Detective Thorne had stood her up.Page 30 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlNot that his offer to come by her place tonight was anything close to a date,but she had been looking forward to seeing him again.She was interested toknow more about him since he seemed so adept at deciphering her with a singleglance.Aside from getting some more answers about what she had witnessed thenight outside the club, Gabrielle had been hoping for a little conversationwith Lucan, maybe some wine or dinner.The fact that she shaved her legs twiceand wore some sexy black lingerie beneath her long-sleeved silk blouse anddark jeans was purely incidental.Gabrielle had waited for him until well after nine, then finally gave up onthe idea and called Jamie to see if he would have dinner with her downtown.Seated across the table from her in a windowed alcove at Ciao Bella bistro,Jamie set down his glass of pinot noir and eyed her nearly untouched frutti demare. 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Some girls have all the luck.Next time you see your dreamlover, be a dear and send him my way when you re through. Gabrielle smiled, knowing that her friend was hardly lacking in the romancedepartment.For the past four years, he d been happily monogamous with David,an antiques dealer, who was currently out of town on business. You want toknow the strangest thing about this, Jamie? When I got up this morning, myfront door was unlocked. So? So, you know me, I never leave it unlocked. Jamie s tawny, manicured brows knit into a scowl. What are you saying, youthink this guy broke inGenerated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlwhile you were asleep? Page 31 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Sounds crazy, I know.A police detective coming into my house in the middleof the night to seduce me.I must be losing my mind. She said it casually, but this wasn t the first time she d questioned thesoundness of her own sanity.Not the first time by a long shot.She fidgetedabsently with the sleeve of her blouse while Jamie observed her.He was quietly concerned now, which only increased her discomfort with thesubject of her possible shaky mental stability. Look, hon.You ve been under a lot of stress since the weekend.That can dostrange things to your head.You were upset and confused.You must haveforgotten to lock the door. And the dream? Just that a dream.Just your harried mind trying to tell you to chill out, torelax. Gabrielle bobbed her head in an automatic nod of agreement. Right.I m surethat s all it is. If only she could accept that the explanation was as reasonable as her friendmade it sound.But something in the pit of her stomach rejected the idea thatshe might have carelessly left her door unlocked.It was something she simplywould not do, no matter how stressed out or confused she was. Hey. 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You ve been pushing that same piece of scallop around your plate forten minutes, sweetie.Don t you like it? No, it s great.The food is always amazing here. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html So, it s just the company that sucks? She glanced up at him and shook her head. Not at all.You re my best friend,you know that. Uh-huh, he said, smiling. But I don t compare to your wet dream. Gabrielle s face warmed as one of the patrons at a neighboring table lookedtheir way. You re a shit sometimes, you know that? she whispered to Jamie. I shouldn t have told you about it. Oh, honey.Don t be embarrassed.If I had a nickel for every time I woke uptorqued and screaming some hot guy s name. I wasn t screaming his name. No, she was gasping and moaning it, both in bedand in the shower a short while later, when she still couldn t get LucanThorne out of her system. It was like he was there, Jamie.Right there, in mybed so real I could touch him. Jamie sighed. Some girls have all the luck.Next time you see your dreamlover, be a dear and send him my way when you re through. Gabrielle smiled, knowing that her friend was hardly lacking in the romancedepartment.For the past four years, he d been happily monogamous with David,an antiques dealer, who was currently out of town on business. You want toknow the strangest thing about this, Jamie? When I got up this morning, myfront door was unlocked. So? So, you know me, I never leave it unlocked. Jamie s tawny, manicured brows knit into a scowl. What are you saying, youthink this guy broke inGenerated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlwhile you were asleep? Page 31 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Sounds crazy, I know.A police detective coming into my house in the middleof the night to seduce me.I must be losing my mind. She said it casually, but this wasn t the first time she d questioned thesoundness of her own sanity.Not the first time by a long shot.She fidgetedabsently with the sleeve of her blouse while Jamie observed her.He was quietly concerned now, which only increased her discomfort with thesubject of her possible shaky mental stability. Look, hon.You ve been under a lot of stress since the weekend.That can dostrange things to your head.You were upset and confused.You must haveforgotten to lock the door. And the dream? Just that a dream.Just your harried mind trying to tell you to chill out, torelax. Gabrielle bobbed her head in an automatic nod of agreement. Right.I m surethat s all it is. If only she could accept that the explanation was as reasonable as her friendmade it sound.But something in the pit of her stomach rejected the idea thatshe might have carelessly left her door unlocked.It was something she simplywould not do, no matter how stressed out or confused she was. Hey. Jamie reached across the table to clasp her hand. You re going to beokay, Gab.And you know you can call me anytime, right? I m here for you,always will be. Thanks. He let her go and picked up his fork to gesture at her frutti de mare. So,are you going to eat any more of that or can I scavenge it now? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlGabrielle traded her half-eaten plate of food for his empty one. It s allyours. As Jamie went to work on her cold meal, Gabrielle leaned her chin on her handand took a long sip of her wine.As she drank, her fingers moved idly over thefaint marks she had found on her neck this morning after her shower.Theunlocked front door wasn t exactly the strangest thing she had discovered, thetwin welts below her ear took that prize, no contest.The small nicks had not been deep enough to break her skin, but they werethere.Two of them, evenly spaced, at the place where her pulse beat strongestagainst her fingertips.At first, she had wondered if she d scratched herselfin her sleep, maybe been swept up in the strange dream she d had and raked hernails across her skin.But the marks didn t look like scratches.They looked like something.else.Like someone, or something, had nearly taken a bite out of her carotid.Crazy.Page 32 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThat s what it was, and she needed to snap herself out of that kind ofthinking before she did any further harm to herself [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]