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parked between the restaurant and movie theater so they could walk after dinner. He’d mentioned he thought Storm might like that. Unfortunately, she did.
    As they crossed the empty street, a car came out of nowhere.
    Hank froze in shock as the car’s headlights enveloped them. Only Storm’s quick reflexes prevented the two of them from becoming hood ornaments. She shoved him to the sidewalk and leaped to join him, except she wasn’t fast enough.
    The car clipped her and she fell next to Hank. As they both lay panting on the hard concrete, Storm watched the car speed down the road and out of sight.
    “Stupid drunk driver.” Hank blinked at her. “Are you all right?” Still shaken by the near miss, he didn’t seem to notice her odd calm.
    “Yeah, I’m fine. Stupid drunk driver.” A drunk that steadied the car right after he’d hit her. Interesting, and very, very painful.
     
     
    Rafe bolted upright in bed. Black sedan, midnight, gray eyes, a blond man. Images flashed through his mind like shards of glass, shooting daggers of pain into his brain. He groaned and reached for his head with unsteady hands. I control my visions. I don’t dream them, not since… Christ, what now?
    He stumbled out of bed and tried to clear his thoughts, with little success. Rafe moved to his bathroom sink and splashed his face with water. Staring into the mirror, he noticed dilated pupils in his bloodshot brown eyes.
    He rinsed his face again and held onto the sink until the shaking stopped. Then he scowled as he realized what part of the vision meant. He knew the owner of those gray eyes.
    But he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

Chapter Three
     
    Friday night blurred into Saturday as Storm lay on her bed, careful not to put any pressure on her left side. She could barely tolerate her short sleep shirt. While sleeping, she’d rolled onto her left side and the pain had woken her immediately. The front left panel of that black sedan had slammed her high on her leg. The red welt she’d seen last night had transitioned nicely into a monstrous, purple bruise.
    She thanked her blessings she hadn’t broken any bones.
    Talk about a bad ending to a bad date. She’d forced Hank to leave her outside her door with a reminder to say nothing of their hit and run. She’d also convinced him to ask Sofia, the owner of their favorite coffee shop, out on a date. Sofia was more his type, anyway. He’d gazed at her blankly before leaving with a smile.
    Storm asked herself for the hundredth time why she couldn’t settle. She awkwardly left the bed, awash in pain, self-pity, and dangerously close to tears. As she hobbled into the bathroom, took care of her needs and left for the kitchen, she tried to convince herself that Hank might have been okay if she’d given him a chance.
    “He’s got a good job. He’s a decent man, nice, handsome enough.”
    And he does whatever I want him to do.
    Why couldn’t she simply control herself on a date? She huffed as she limped to the coffee pot and prepared it.
    In her professional life, having nothing whatsoever to do to with matters of the heart, Storm controlled her abilities. Yet when it came to dating, to trying to find someone with whom to share her heart, her yearnings got the best of her. Every time.
    At first it had been exciting. Boys wanted to date her. Men would treat her exactly the way she wanted to be treated. Then she’d notice the lack of excitement in furthering those relationships. They held no zip, no challenge. The few men she hadn’t been able to control had been utter slimeballs.
    Once the coffeepot beeped, she poured herself a cup. Hell, the only somewhat normal person who hadn’t fallen under her spell was that arrogant Westlake prick .
    He’d made her blood boil, both with anger and with a sensual heat she found hard to believe. She tried to convince herself she’d made more of their association than there was. Hell, Storm couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex. No