The words were there—Dean Stone. Only her throat restricted the sound.
“I knew it was you,” he said.
She wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard a hint of triumph or possibly accusation in his tone.
“It’s been a long time, Livinia.”
“Dean.” It came out in a whisper and more like a question than a statement. After all this time, why is he here?
There was something tugging at her mind, something important she knew she should be more worried about than anything else, but her mind wouldn’t cooperate.
Before she could decipher what was so important, Dean’s voice invaded the fog.
“Is that all you have to say to me?”
The dark, challenging look in his eyes made the blood simmer within her veins. Even in the dim light of the station’s security lights, she found herself glued to his vivid brown eyes.
Once upon a time, she would have bathed in their brilliant depths with love and passion, lured like a deer to headlights.
Now, sadly and dangerously, was no different.
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