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me?”
    “Does there have to be a hidden reason?”
    “I’m not sure but I’m beginning to think with you, always.”
    “I’m not that devious. I just need a man’s strong shoulder and yours seem more than adequate.”
    His lips curled. “I think that was a compliment but I’m not
    sure,” he mimicked. “Okay, you’ve got the muscle. What time?”
    “Around ten. That’ll give me a chance to get things in order. My parents are due in at five or so.”
    He nodded, putting a hand on each shoulder, thumbs
    caressing the soft skin of her neck. “How is it you’ve managed to get under my skin already?”
    She didn’t laugh. “That’s not a question I can answer, Brad.
    But I think you can if you look deep enough. See you tomorrow.”
    With a wave of her hand, she was gone, leaving him standing in the middle of the driveway.
    Damn the woman! Would he ever be able to figure her out? He
    had a gut feeling if he did look deep enough the answer just might scare the hell out of him.
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    A Killer's Agenda

Chapter Four
    The day dawned gloomy and dark with torrential rain that
    sometimes plagued the area. No open windows this morning, Brad thought. The windshield wipers were barely keeping up with the blast of water. Why he had agreed to help a woman he barely knew move was beyond him. No, he knew why. She intrigued him.
    Maybe it was this clairvoyance she professed to or maybe it was the fact that she had an answer to his every question. Either way, he wasn’t at all sure he liked it. Not one bit.
    He welcomed the chill of the rain as he walked swiftly up the porch steps. It served to clear his brain if nothing else. Before he could knock, the door opened and Alicia rushed out, a cap pulled low over her dark curls and a back pack slung over her shoulder.
    “I’ll be home about one or two,” she tossed back as she
    barreled directly into Brad. He caught her before she lost her balance. Startled, she looked up and then grinned, reminding him of her sister. “Sorry about that, Mr. Norton. Alex said you were coming this morning.” She took a few steps backward, closing the door against the rain. “Nice body,” she remarked, gazing at the damp black tee shirt that molded his chest and shoulders.
    He raised a brow in surprise, his lips twitching. In her own way, Alicia threw him off balance just as easily as her sister did.
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    Anita Whiting
    “Don’t move,” she commanded, closing her eyes for a brief
    second. She stood perfectly still for a few moments and then flung her arms out dramatically, her expression suddenly intense. “I see the scene. Pouring rain. She doesn’t know he’s returned from the war. She rushes out the door, late for work and he’s standing there. She doesn’t see him and before she knows it, she’s in his arms. Tears mingle with the rain as their lips lock and he pulls her close. Scene fades with fog swirling around both of them.” She sighed, leaning against the doorjamb, her dreamy blue eyes
    opening and finding his. “We’d be a natural. Care to wait for five or six years and then take Hollywood by storm?”
    Suppressing laughter, he shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he said dryly. “Although thanks for the compliment.”
    “Darn! I guess it’s just as well. By then I’d be in my prime and you’d be getting old.”
    Brad’s gaze snapped to hers. When she grinned impishly, he
    couldn’t help laughing.
    “I figured that would get a reaction,” she said mischievously.
    “Go on in. Alex is somewhere in there, cleaning like mad.” She skipped down the stairs. “By the way, I meant it about the nice bod. See you later.”
    He watched her drive away, amused, and then turned and rang
    the doorbell. It was flung open almost immediately. Alan stood there, dressed in sweats, a sandwich in one hand and a large glass of milk in the other.
    “Hey, man, come on in. Thanks for helping Alex this morning,”
    he said, swallowing a mouthful of food. “We don’t normally