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that? He remembered her odd questions at the hospital. Not a serious head injury, her doctor had told him. Just a gash.
    “Oh. Yeah.” She flashed a wobbly smile, then deposited the wrappers and bag in the canister behind the lower cabinet. “Okay!” She dusted her hands. “Shower.”
    He half expected her to head the wrong the way, but she disappeared down the hall leading to the bathroom.

Chapter Five
    Out of sight of the dining room, Destiny released a heavy breath of tension. She felt like such a charlatan. She’d tried to tell Chance the truth, only she’d lost her nerve. Imposter. Coward . She chastised herself. Snoop . She eyed the three doors branching off from the hall, then tiptoed to the first one. A home gym. Next to it she found the bathroom. She sneaked past it to peek behind the third door. The bedroom. The only one. Zoe and Chance still shared a bed, unless one of them slept on the sofa. Signs of domesticity indicated the former: a woman’s robe draped across a chair, his-and-her slippers lined up beside the bed, a romance novel on one nightstand, an action-adventure thriller on the other. From the looks of it, they’d reconciled.
    She shut the door and backtracked to the bathroom, entered, and locked the door behind her. So far the only thing she’d done right was find the toilet. She lowered the raised seat and sat on the lid, rested her elbows on her knees, and buried her face in her hands.
    The harder she tried to untangle the mess of her life, the more snarled it became. If only Chance had been more open-minded, but he’d discounted any possibility of reincarnation or body switching. Confessing her real identity would only convince him she required psychiatric intervention. She looked and sounded like Zoe, even though she didn’t behave like her. Obviously. She’d intercepted his confused frowns when she’d missed her cues.
    More complications loomed. He thought he was her boyfriend with all the rights and privileges that afforded him. She didn’t expect he’d put the moves on her right away since she’d just gotten out of the hospital, but eventually he would.
    And what would she do then?
    A selfish part of her urged her to grab the opportunity— him —with both hands.
    Sleeping with Chance would not be abhorrent. Far from it. At Zoe’s urging, they’d gotten to know each other at various parties and social functions. “ I need to talk to Allison (or Joe or Sinclair); why don’t you keep Chance company?” She and Chance would exchange an amused look, and when they would glance back at her, she’d be gone already. Poof! Almost like she’d disappeared into thin air. At times it had seemed like Zoe had deliberately pushed her and Chance together, like she wanted them to start something.
    As she’d gotten to know him, Destiny’s heart had begun hoping for more than friendship. But she did not poach other women’s men.
    He still was hands-off. She would be the worst kind of opportunist if she manipulated his feelings for his dead girlfriend to fulfill her secret lust. Any affair that formed would be like cotton candy, sweet but without substance, because it wouldn’t be Destiny he cared for but Zoe. Many couples went through tumultuous on-again, off-again relationships. It didn’t make them free just because they were in the off stage.
    Some loves were never meant to be.
    She’d almost choked on her breakfast when he mentioned he and Zoe shared a kink. How kinky had they gotten? Did he tie her up? Did she tie him up? Were they swingers? Did they indulge in ménages? BDSM?
    Destiny knew next to nothing about their relationship. She’d asked Zoe once how she’d met Chance. “We had coffee,” she’d said and moved on to another subject. Only later when Destiny had recalled the conversation did she realize the answer didn’t address the question. Had they run into each other at an espresso bar, or had they already met and coffee counted as their first date?
    That was how Zoe