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her, and if what she suspected was true, then those dreams, that connection she felt so vividly between her and Kane MacGregor, were yet another thing someone else had given her. Not hers at all.
    She had no sense of herself, and it was terrifying.
    He introduced Noah Bishop as his friend, and she vaguely recognized him as the man who had been with Kane on television. The angry scar down his left cheek didn’t bother her, but his pale, watchful eyes made her uneasy; they were more silver than gray, and peculiarly reflective. She had the disturbing notion that he could see all the way to her soul.
    “Some security building you’ve got here,” Bishop said dryly to Kane.
    “It’s just electronic security on the front door at night,” Kane replied. “Easy enough to get into the building if one of the neighbors is buzzing in a visitor.”
    “That’s how I came in,” Faith confessed, not needing to explain that she’d been unsure of her welcome.
    Bishop sighed. “An armed guard or two would probably be a good idea.”
    “I’ll add that to my list of things to do,” Kane said. “Sit down, Faith.”
    She did, at one end of the couch, grateful to be off her feet. She still tired easily, and just getting up the nerve to come here had been exhausting.
    Kane frowned down at her. “You’re frozen. How do you take your coffee?”
    She had no idea, and tried to choke back the bubble of hysterical laughter trying to escape her throat. “I—just any way. It doesn’t matter.” At least he’d misread her shaking and her flushed cheeks, assuming both to be due to the chilly evening.
    “I’ll get it,” Bishop said, and went around the corner into the kitchen.
    Kane joined her on the couch, no more than a foot away and half-turning so he could watch her. “I’m glad you came, Faith.” He added almost apologetically, “Do you mind my using your first name? It’s the way Dinah spoke of you, and—”
    Faith shook her head. “No, I don’t mind.” Maybe it’ll start to sound familiar .
    “Good. Thank you. I’m Kane. As for my friend, most people call him Bishop.”
    “Everybody but you,” Bishop called from the kitchen, proving that either he had very good ears or the walls were thin.
    Kane smiled slightly, then repeated to Faith, “I am glad you came. We wanted to talk to you, even though Dr. Burnett said you couldn’t remember anything.” There was the faintest questioning lift to the statement.
    “Nothing of my life,” she confessed. “Nothing … personal. Not who I am or where I came from. I’m still not used to the name, the face I see in the mirror. It’s … disconcerting.”
    “I’d think it would be scary as hell,” he said bluntly.
    “That too.”
    Bishop returned to the room with coffee and handed her a cup. Their hands touched as she accepted it, and she was suddenly conscious of a moment of intense stillness. His eyes seemed to boreinto hers, and she was acutely aware of his warm fingers touching hers. The connection was so powerful, it was as if he held her physically in an inescapable grip.
    Then, even as she became aware of it, the moment passed. His fingers drew away and he straightened, his gaze calm and cool once more. Shaken, Faith sipped the coffee and tried to think only of the drink. He had fixed it with plenty of cream and sugar, and since it tasted pleasant she assumed this was indeed how she took her coffee. “Thank you.”
    He nodded and chose a chair across from the couch. Very conscious that he was watching her closely, she turned to Kane.
    “I was obviously Dinah’s friend,” she said to him. “I didn’t know you?”
    “We never met. I—went to the hospital after Dinah disappeared, to talk to the staff about her visits, and saw you briefly, but that was all.”
    She was afraid her hands would shake and betray her growing weariness and fear, so she set her cup on the coffee table and laced the fingers together in her lap. “Do you have any idea how long I’d