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Html It sounded as if he’d cleared his throat again, and that possibility astounded her. Why would a computer simulation be hoarse? “Jean? ” “There are times when someone like me wishes he were real, Kerry. ” “Oh, me too, Jean. I wish you were real. ” Her voice betrayed her, too. It was so raspy she could hardly get the words out. She grabbed for the tea to clear her throat, but she didn’t have a firm grip on the handle, and some of it slopped on the keyboard. “Oh, God,” she whispered, staring at the poof of smoke.

She shook her head in confusion. She had no idea what he was talking about, and the sheer strength of his hold was terrifying. She might have been able to see him if it weren’t for that damn blue light. He was close enough. Lord, was he close. “Try to remember,” he urged. “It’s important. You said something like, ‘Me too, Jean. ” Someone was crazy, and it wasn’t her. Whoever this guy was, he must have been watching her through the window today. He was a Peeping Tom who spotted her undressing and overheard her conversation with the video game.

I won’t call the police. I won’t scream. I won’t do anything. As though he wasn’t programmed to respond . She wanted to throw up her hands. What kind of crazy nightmare was this? “I don’t want your money,” he said. She chanced another look at him and thought she could make out the enigmatic features that had graced her computer screen—the same sea-deep eyes and sexy black hair, shorn close but curly. The same strong, handsome, haunted face. Fine details were lost in shadows, but this had to be him.

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