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with diamond clarity though, was when I was completely submerged under water. The way my lungs were trying to steal air from every possible organ, and coming up with nothing. And when my body finally sunk to the very bottom, there was this huge bright light. And then…Yeah, I couldn’t recall anything after that. Except someone in black.
    And then that dream. I’ve always been prone to bad dreams, but they were hardly ever like that ; with so much detail marbled through them that everything was pretty much in high definition.
    “Tylar,” a smooth, masculine voice said from my left.
    That startled the crap out of me. “ God ,” I nearly shouted. Well, kind of. It actually came out more like something Demi Moore would have whispered in Ghost , but sure, let’s call it nearly shouting.
    “Careful,” the voice was much nearer this time, and I was soon face to face with…Trey Sinclair?
    I blinked. “What are you doing here?”
    His eyebrows slowly glided up his face. “You don’t remember?”
    “Yeah, I…” I bit my lip, “I remember what happened, just not so much what happened after…”
    “After you’d been drinking and decided to go for a midnight swim in my pool?” He supplied, tilting his head with only one eyebrow raised now. Wow. Impressive combo. It only made the guy look that much sexier, if that were even possible. It also didn’t help that the sunlight streaming in through the window was highlighting his entire face.
    I also took that moment, during which he no doubt expected some kind of response from me, to subtly check him out. I don’t know why I thought it was subtle, being that Trey was still studying me, but it was at that time I noticed that at some point he must have changed after--
    “You saved me,” I blurted in my new Demi voice, remembering the person in black and the fact that he was the one that carried me, in his wet tux and all, to the ambulance.
    And stayed.
    “Wait, how long have you been here?”
    He dug his hands into his denim pockets before answering. “I brought you here last night, and made sure that you were all right. And then I got here shortly before you woke up.” He threw in a shrug for added effect.
    Which meant that he’d seen me wake up.
    “How are you feeling?” he asked softly, interrupting my train of thought. His jewel-toned gaze was fixed on mine when I managed to look back up at him, and what I saw there was something that I really didn’t want to see: pity and concern with a good dose of curiosity.
    Okay, that was so not going to work with me. The last thing I wanted to talk to my employer and a pseudo-stranger (an extremely hot pseudo-stranger) about was my stupid dreams.
    “Okay,” I shrugged, aiming for nonchalance.
    “Your heart monitor didn’t seem to think so a couple of minutes ago.” He turned to go sit back down in the uncomfy-looking chair against the wall.
    I nodded my head, as if I were weighing the options. “Just one of my nightmares. I get them sometimes.”
    He crossed his legs at the ankles and leaned back against the wall. “What were you dreaming about?” He asked, in an almost relaxed manner.
    "I don't remember," I lied, looking away from him.
    He didn’t get the chance to press me on the issue, seeing as how his cell phone chose that precise moment to ring, seeming much louder than it actually was in the suddenly-quieted room.
    I glanced over at Trey, seeing him swiftly rise out of the chair while pressing a button on the phone that was now being held up to his ear. “Charlotte,” he drawled out the greeting as he made his way to the open door leading to the hallway.
    God, that phone couldn’t have chirped at a better time. I watched as he disappeared around the threshold saying, “Yeah, I just came back to check on her…”
    Charlotte.
    I remembered a vague and unfamiliar female voice from last night. The date he brought to his tuxedo affair perhaps? I didn’t have too much time to wonder about her however,