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devastating thought. Lifting her head, she listened, waited for him to approach the bathroom door, but he didn’t. A creak rang out, indicating he’d passed the noisy fourth step on the staircase. Then a few noisy fourth step on the staircase. Then a few seconds of silence, final y fol owed by the sound of the front door shutting.
    Tears poured down her cheeks. He’d left. Not that she was surprised. She’d al but thrown him out.
    Yet it stil hurt.
    Legs shaking, she rose from the toilet and approached the sink. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, taking in the sight of her red-rimmed eyes, her wet cheeks and tousled hair.
    “Wel , you did it,” she mumbled to herself. “You official y drove away the one man who’s always—” Pain exploded in her temples.
    Then the vision came.

Chapter Three
    “Oh my God, Wil , have you ever seen a more glorious kitchen?”
    Wil glanced around the room in bafflement. A long cedar work island, stainless steel appliances, a table, some cupboards, a smal pantry. Looked like an ordinary kitchen to him. Then again, he wasn’t a chef, and the only time he used his own kitchen was to shove Chinese takeout boxes in the fridge. He didn’t even do dishes, just bought paper plates and tossed them in the trash when he finished eating.
    “It’s nice,” he said, trying to sound impressed.
    Hol y Lawson’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Nice?
    Are you kidding me? This kitchen is twice the size of the one in my old apartment.” She shivered. “Jeez, I’m close to orgasm just looking at it.” The last thing he wanted to hear was the word
    “orgasm” coming out of his friend’s girlfriend’s mouth.
    Not that he didn’t like Hol y. She was a great girl, but talking sex with her seemed weird.
    He watched as Hol y dashed toward the stove and started running her fingers over the burners. She turned around, her brown hair fal ing into her wide-set green eyes. “Is this not the best stove ever?”
    “Yes?”
    “ Yes . I swear, Wil , don’t you possess a single domestic bone in that big, strong body of yours?” A blond head poked into the kitchen. “Are you flirting with my Lieutenant?” Carson Scott demanded, frowning at his girlfriend.
    Hol y shot him an innocent smile. “Of course not.”
    “So you didn’t just comment on his big, strong bod?”

    “I was just stating the obvious, Carson. He’s got a nice body.”
    Carson studied Wil for a moment. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
    “Hel o, I’m in the room,” Wil said, waving his hand around. “Wil the two of you please stop staring at my big, strong body?” He moved toward the door. “Or better yet, give me something to do, because I’m sick of loitering around here doing nothing.” He wasn’t sure why he’d even agreed to help the couple move. He tended to spend his free time up in Hunter Ridge, visiting with Mackenzie, but after what happened last weekend…
    He quickly pushed away the memory, knowing if he let the erotic images surface, he’d soon be standing in the middle of Carson and Hol y’s big, glorious kitchen with a big, glorious hard-on.
    Best to focus on the anger, and not the arousal the night had left him with. He’d been so close, so fucking close to final y getting the woman he’d dreamed about for the past fifteen years.
    Why was she fighting it? Even after they’d experienced the best sex of both of their lives, she stil wouldn’t let him love her.
    Damn her. Hadn’t he proved that he would stick by her side? That he didn’t care about her visions, or think she was a freak?
    Yet she had convinced herself she would lose him if she crossed the line from friendship to romance. A part of him didn’t blame her, given her past relationships. But al those men she’d dated, wel , they were cowards. What kind of man walked away from a woman he cared about because she had a few gruesome visions? As a SEAL, Wil had seen his share of gruesome. Hel , the images he encountered on his job