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months.”
    â€œDoes he even know you’re hurt?”
    â€œI haven’t told him.”
    â€œIf I was hurt and didn’t tell my parents or grandparents, they’d be fighting mad. You should call your mother.”
    He gave her an indulgent smile and disappeared into the bathroom.
    Lisa pulled the covers back on the nearest bed and checked to make sure the sheets were fresh and clean before she set his bag on a luggage rack. She was surprised the place even had one.
    â€œI only need to rest an hour,” he said when he came out of the bathroom. “Then I’ll be good as new.” He sprawled himself out on the bed with a weary groan.
    In your dreams, Lisa thought.
    He closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.
    Lisa was indecisive. For reasons Lisa didn’t understand, she didn’t want to leave him. He was a soldier, had fought for their country and came back wounded. It wasn’t right that he was all alone. That there wasn’t someone to help him. Get him a meal or pick up medicine for him. He was obviously in pain, although he didn’t complain. Didn’t even take anything to dull the pain. If Lisa was hurting, she’d be screaming from the rooftop.
    The room was surprisingly clean. Outside was a patio with a couple chairs. Lisa went out on the tiny patio to make a few phone calls.
    By the time she finished, nearly forty minutes had gone by. Three people had called wanting someone to clean their homes next week. She’d also called her workers about their schedules for the next day.
    Harriet’s murder saddened Lisa, that someone would come into that house and murder that poor woman over some inanimate object. Maybe if the family were able to get the bowl and lend it out to museums, as they’d done with the other one, people would stop searching for it. These senseless deaths could stop once and for all.
    She also wondered if the bowl was still in the house or if the murderer had gotten it. Would she have to search in an entirely new direction?
    Lisa went back into the room to check on Brian. He was still sleeping soundly. His face was completely transformed when all the barriers were down. Softer somehow, as if he’d released some of the tension the world threw at him, including the venture that brought him back injured. Would he have nightmares? His stress level must be horrendous, she reflected, because when he was awake, his expression was intense.
    Lisa studied him. He was handsome. Walnut brown, as if he spent a lot of time in the sun. She recalled his unreadable dark eyes. They were unnerving in a way. She liked to guess what people were thinking when they were talking to her. Someone had said the eyes were the windows to the soul. Did his absence of emotion mean he lacked a soul?
    A faint scar on his chin drew her gaze. Lisa shivered. It didn’t detract from his fine features—strong features.
    She almost lifted a hand, almost moved forward to trace the scar. Something about him pulled at the heartstrings. She stepped back. She could not deny that she was attracted. Wanted to reach out to him. She always reacted to the ones who needed her. This time she’d keep her distance. She was doing a good deed. Nothing more.
    Was this the man the psychic had referred to? Not hardly. Maybe she could help Brian. In the absence of family he needed someone. He was going to be laid up for the next month healing from his injuries.
    I see a man. A tall man. Very soon, he’ll play a significant role in your life. You can trust him. He’s different from the other men in your acquaintance. He’s never met anyone like you. Both of you will be moved by your experience together, Magdelena had said.
    Lisa was a fool to even consider that crazy woman’s ramblings. Maybe she would help him, but he would never be the man in her life.
    Lisa took Brian’s room key and went across the street for food. When she returned, he was coming out of the