“She hurt all over, but the pain was not all bad. Some of it was a beautiful reminder of the loving they had shared. But as she was toweling off, she felt a chill trickle down her spine. The bathroom was still warm and steamy; the rest of her didn’t feel cold. It was as if an icy stream ran down her back. She froze, closing her eyes, gripping the towel rack. It was coming. With some instinct that went beyond her five senses, she knew the hour approached. The bomber. He was near. She ...tried to shake it off as she dressed, but ignoring the discomfort of still-fresh scars she donned clothing more suited to operations: heavy black pants with multiple pockets, her black T-shirt, her shoulder holster. And where the hell was her vest? In her car’s trunk still. Or maybe Lance had moved it. She grabbed the towel, rubbing her hair impatiently to get the last of the moisture from it, then finger-combed it into some semblance of order.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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