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round his jawline adding to his appeal. He wore a black leather jacket with a white shirt visible underneath, and Thea could see the outline of hard muscle beneath the fa

bar. The brief, unexpected moment made Thea flush, warmth creeping up her neck. But before she could compose herself,

under her breath, trying to b

cute Detective Cooper to notice any of the other hotties in this place." Shae took a sip from her own drink, eyes

serious," she said, a slight irritation in her voice. "He's just... not my type." Even though

"Are you getting another headache again?" she asked, her tone softening

on over the past couple of months. "I don't know. I hope not." She closed her eyes for a s

ice kind and reassuring. "I'll cover fo

in her body eased. For a moment, she wondered if it was a good idea to mention the strange coincidences that had been happening ever since that fateful day in Crete-the heada

d her attention back to the man at the bar. "Tell me that guy doesn't make

the stranger in question. "He's just another guy," she s

grinned mischievously. "But, hey, don't worry. You've got Detect

ore to it. The first time she met Josh, something inside her had shifted. Something she couldn't quite explain. It was more than just his good looks or t

rd on the eyes," Thea

, I might have to do it for you." She gave Thea a playful shove, making her laugh, but Thea quickly tried to p

ure what was happening with her body lately-what the dreams meant or why the headaches had become worse. All she knew was that they had started the day of the tsunami, when the news flashed across her screen and

arms enveloping her in a protective embrace as if he'd been th

s. "I wish someone would send a smolder l

ave you one day." She gave Shae a playful wink, though she couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever be able to move

drink and nodded toward the back of the bar. "Speaking of which, better get your cute police officer his drink before he forgets w

ached the table of detectives, she caught Detective Cooper's gaze again, and for a moment, her heart skipped a beat. He gave her a small, almost

d toward the table, "make way for the girl with the drinks." Sh

picked up his beer, grinning. "Ah, thanks, Thea. Have you c

oks like a nail-biter," she replied, her gaze flickin

"You can say that for sure. Brazil

th a laugh. "I've got fif

. "Oh, a gambler, huh? A

alantly. "It's all

es turning toward Detective Cooper, who had been

a flush creep up her neck, but she managed to keep her cool. "It's good

gaze once more. There it was again-the unspoken connection that m

sing his beer in the air,

questions she didn't yet have the answers to. What was happening to her? Why had th