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soaked away her troubles.
    While the water ran into the tub, she pulled a clean pair of pajamas from the drawer in her bedroom, anticipating the feel of soft cotton on her freshly scrubbed skin when she stepped from the bath.
    The moment she sank into the tub, she sighed in pleasure. She leaned her head back and let the hot water loosen her tightly knit muscles. She’d been tense, ready to run, ever since Reed’s revelation about Eddie.
    Shelly closed her eyes and relaxed, forced herself to think pleasant thoughts. She visualized blooming rhododendron and violets, imagined a red-tailed hawk soaring in a brilliant blue sky, felt the caress of a gentle mountain breeze. She drifted toward sleep.
    Eddie Victor’s face appeared at her window, watching her as she lounged in the tub.
    Shelly yelped and sputtered as she slid below the water. Oh God, Reed was right. She fought her way to the surface and opened her mouth to scream. But when she looked at the small window above the toilet, she realized she’d been dreaming. Vertical blinds covered the window, preventing anyone from looking in.
    She lifted her trembling hands to cover her face. She’d fallen asleep, dreamed about the face that had haunted her for so long. Lord, she didn’t want those nightmares to return. For months after Troy’s death, she’d dreaded going to bed at night, knowing she’d wake up at some point with her heart pounding out of her chest and tears running down her cheeks.
    Her relaxing bath ruined, she stepped from the tub and toweled off. She scanned her bedroom before moving toward the bed and her pajamas. Once dressed, she crept into the main room.
    It’d been less than a day, and Eddie Victor had already changed how she lived. Wherever he was, she hoped lightning struck him dead.
    She decided to try the refrigerator again, but then the boards on her front porch creaked. Her heart leapt into her throat, pounding so loudly she could barely hear past it. She stood frozen, staring at the door, wondering what—or who—was on the other side. Or if it was her overactive imagination.
    Shelly crept to one of the front windows. She held her breath as she carefully pulled aside the curtain just as she flipped on the outside light. Sitting at the top of her steps with his back to a porch post was Reed.
    She nearly sank to the floor in relief, but anger quickly followed. If she’d owned a gun, he could have gotten himself blown off her porch.
    She jerked the door open.
    "You shouldn’t look out the windows after dark," he said.
    "You shouldn’t go creeping around scaring the daylights out of people."
    He turned toward her, and his eyes widened momentarily before returning to normal. "Sorry."
    She glanced down at her attire, realizing for the first time how thin the cotton pajamas were. She wrapped her arms across her breasts as a blush burned her cheeks, and she fought the urge to retreat inside.
    She scanned the darkness beyond the light shed by her porch bulb and the security post by the office. "Where were you all afternoon?"
    "Around. Seeing how close Eddie could get without us detecting him."
    The same chill she’d experienced earlier slithered down her back. She took a step backward, wanting to return to the relative safety of her cabin and some semblance of normalcy. "Come in. I’ll make some dinner."
    "You don’t have to cook for me."
    "Let’s see. You’re not going to go into town to eat or buy groceries, and I doubt you stopped in Dallas to shop before you hopped on the plane. If I don’t feed you, you’re going to starve. How do I explain that to the Dallas P.D.?"
    Without a word, he stood. Goodness, he was taller than she remembered. Or maybe it was a trick of the dim light, or the fact that she felt vulnerable in her current attire. Not waiting for him, she hurried to her bedroom and pulled on an extra large T-shirt over her pajamas. The shirt, one sporting the old Firefly Run logo of a firefly literally running, came down to her