The 13th Guest
“So when Sage handed her a card telling her to see someone named Trixie, she went.
When Damek took the mat next to her, she could have groaned. Sitting on a cliff overlooking the ocean, with the sun going down around them, she should have been reveling in the romance of the whole thing.
Next to her sat a man she wanted more than she’d ever desired another person—and he did not want her back. A crick in the back of her neck made her wish Sage had given her a massage for the evening instead of a breathing seminar. Damn. Maybe being shot at had scrambled her brains. Why didn’t it bother her more than it did?
She rubbed at her neck where it hurt. Shock remained the most reliable answer. All through dinner she’d waited for the proper reaction to a near death experience to overtake her. Yet it never came. Maybe the reaction had been delayed. Only she doubted that. Truth was, she hadn’t been afraid because Damek had been with her.
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