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He shook his head. “No. You must have done something to me last night, slipped me something. That’s why I was so out of it during the game tonight, why my memories are all fucked up. Because you did something to me.”
    His anger increased with every second, a fiery blaze he tried to keep tamped down but wasn’t having much luck containing. He needed to leave, to get out of here before he said something he’d regret.
    She grimaced, and the light winked out, leaving her standing there in a midnight-blue dress that cupped every curve of her beautiful body in sleek, shiny satin.
    â€œI wiped your memories with a spell before returning you to your apartment. I should have wiped all knowledge of me from your brain but… obviously I couldn’t do it.” She drew in a deep breath and he couldn’t stop his gaze from dropping to her chest for a brief second. “I was selfish. I wanted you to continue to want me because I have lusted after you for so long. That was a mistake. Would you like me to remove it so your memory will be fixed?”
    A spell. Right. More like illegal pharmaceuticals. And now she was going to fix him? Yeah, like that was going to happen. He needed to leave, go back to his apartment and forget about this crazy obsession for this crazy woman.
    He slid off the stool, turned toward the door—and his brain split open. Images, pictures spilled across his mind. No, not pictures. Memories.
    The bar. Lucy singing, this time in a purple velvet dress, not blue satin. Following her up the stairs in the kitchen… Oh, hell.
    His cock instantly hardened. Lucy on her knees in front of him, sucking him off. Lucy naked, beneath him on the bed.
    Oh, fuck. A weight fell on his chest, crushing the air out of his lungs. Jesus, he couldn’t breathe. The mess of images he’d been seeing in his mind all night lined themselves up like soldiers in formation. Everything made sense now. The timeline had corrected.
    Lucy laid her hand on his good shoulder and he tensed, making his other shoulder radiate pain from his injury. Goddamn, that fucking hurt. She drew her hand back and he immediately wished she hadn’t.
    Okay, there had to be a rational explanation for all of this.
    â€œBrandon, take a deep breath. I know this is strange—”
    He huffed out a laugh but felt no amusement. “No, this isn’t strange. Strange is two-headed snakes and crop circles. This is fucking weird.”
    â€œYes, I’m sure it seems that way to you.”
    Something in her voice made him turn and the expression on her face made his heart hurt.
    She looked… lost, sad, without a friend in the world. Why the hell did he have the overwhelming need to comfort her?
    He almost gave in to the impulse and wrapped his arms around her. Almost. Instead he stood there staring at her, trying to find a way to make it so she wasn’t insane.
    But neither of them moved and he didn’t have a clue what to say.
    â€œWould you like me to heal your shoulder, Brandon?”
    His brain stumbled over her words for several seconds. “Heal my shoulder?”
    She nodded. “I can repair your shoulder, if you’d like.”
    Hope leaped in his chest before he realized she had to be delusional.
    His damn shoulder hurt too fucking bad for her to do some Reiki shit or New Age voodoo with her hands, it hurt too bad for her to fool him into believing she’d actually heal him.
    But what would it hurt for her to try?
    No. No freaking way. It’d be like encouraging the schizophrenic to listen to the voices in his head. But what if he let her? What if he told her to go ahead? And when nothing happened, he could leave knowing he’d proved himself right. That she was crazy.
    Yeah, so what are you going to think if she actually does it?
    â€œFine. You think you can fix my shoulder, have at it.”
    With a curt nod, Lucy stepped closer then lifted her hands to his injured shoulder,