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through classes at LSU. And I survived the academy with you. I know you're not going to lie to me, no matter how strange it sounds.”
“Thank you.” Lara squeezed her friend's hand, then picked up her fork. “I have to be very careful talking to the shrink. I don't want him thinking that I'm still suffering from my brain injury.”
“You're not. That was six years ago. You're over it.”
“How can you be so sure? No one remembers seeing Jack but me. What if he's a figment of my imagination?”
“Then who knocked down Mr. Trent? And what about that business card he gave you? His phone number worked.”
“That's true.” She hadn't imagined the business card.
“You saw him at Ian MacPhie's wedding,” LaToya continued. “And I know Ian MacPhie is real. I called him when he was on that dating website.”
“You didn't.”
“I sure did.” LaToya took her plate into the kitchen. “Some lady took my message, then Ian called back really late, about midnight. I was kinda pissed, especially when he said he was already taken, but his accent was really cute.”
Lara shook her head. “I can't believe you called him.”
“I can't believe you didn't take me to his wedding.” LaToya planted her fists on her hips. “I would have loved to see him. Is he as good-looking as his photo?”
“I didn't actually see him.”
“Are you crazy? The guy is hot!”
“And taken, remember?”
LaToya sighed. “Yeah, I know. So how does this Jack look? Is he anywhere as cute as Ian?”
Lara couldn't quite recall how Ian had looked. It didn't matter. There was no way he could look better than Jack. She brought her dishes into the kitchen. “Jack is the most gorgeous man I have ever set eyes on.”
“Really?”
“Which probably means that I am imagining him.” Lara wrenched open the refrigerator door. “How about dessert? I made a Mississippi mud pie.”
“Damn, girl, you went all out.”
Lara set the pie on the counter. “I wanted him to answer my questions.”
“Fine food, candlelight—sounds to me like you wanted to do more than just talk.”
Lara shot her friend an annoyed look, then sliced two pieces of pie. “I was merely trying to set the mood so he'd be comfortable enough to spill all his secrets.”
“Right.” LaToya grabbed a fork and a saucer of pie, then headed back to the table. “Where I come from, Mississippi mud pie means let's get down and dirty, honey.”
With a snort, Lara set her plate of pie on the table. She went back to the kitchen for a glass of water. “I'm afraid he's avoiding me 'cause he doesn't want to divulge his secrets.”
“Hmmm.” LaToya considered with a mouth full of pie. “We want to be detectives, right? We'll just figure out his deep dark secrets on our own.”
“I've been trying to do that for a week.” Lara sipped water on her way back to the table. “All I can figure out for certain is that he's psychic.”
“ 'Cause he messes with people's minds?”
“Yep.” Lara sat. “But he's got other powers, too, that
I can't explain. Like super speed.”
“Then he's a superhero. You know, faster than a speeding bullet.” LaToya shoved some pie in her mouth.
“This is the real world, not a comic book. How could a normal guy suddenly become a superhero?”
LaToya's eyes twinkled with humor. “Maybe he got zapped by lightning or fell into a vat of acid.”
Lara laughed. “He might look delicious, but he doesn't look deep-fat fried.”
“Then he's got to be an alien. That's how Superman got his powers.”
Lara ate some pie while she mentally pictured Jack in a latex costume with a cape fluttering in the wind. Damn, he looked good. “I wouldn't be entirely opposed to a superhero if he looks like Jack. But it doesn't explain how he can appear and disappear at will.”
“That's a tough one.” LaToya stuffed more pie in her mouth, then her eyes lit up. “I got it! Astral projection.”
“What?”
“It means he stayed in one spot while his
“Thank you.” Lara squeezed her friend's hand, then picked up her fork. “I have to be very careful talking to the shrink. I don't want him thinking that I'm still suffering from my brain injury.”
“You're not. That was six years ago. You're over it.”
“How can you be so sure? No one remembers seeing Jack but me. What if he's a figment of my imagination?”
“Then who knocked down Mr. Trent? And what about that business card he gave you? His phone number worked.”
“That's true.” She hadn't imagined the business card.
“You saw him at Ian MacPhie's wedding,” LaToya continued. “And I know Ian MacPhie is real. I called him when he was on that dating website.”
“You didn't.”
“I sure did.” LaToya took her plate into the kitchen. “Some lady took my message, then Ian called back really late, about midnight. I was kinda pissed, especially when he said he was already taken, but his accent was really cute.”
Lara shook her head. “I can't believe you called him.”
“I can't believe you didn't take me to his wedding.” LaToya planted her fists on her hips. “I would have loved to see him. Is he as good-looking as his photo?”
“I didn't actually see him.”
“Are you crazy? The guy is hot!”
“And taken, remember?”
LaToya sighed. “Yeah, I know. So how does this Jack look? Is he anywhere as cute as Ian?”
Lara couldn't quite recall how Ian had looked. It didn't matter. There was no way he could look better than Jack. She brought her dishes into the kitchen. “Jack is the most gorgeous man I have ever set eyes on.”
“Really?”
“Which probably means that I am imagining him.” Lara wrenched open the refrigerator door. “How about dessert? I made a Mississippi mud pie.”
“Damn, girl, you went all out.”
Lara set the pie on the counter. “I wanted him to answer my questions.”
“Fine food, candlelight—sounds to me like you wanted to do more than just talk.”
Lara shot her friend an annoyed look, then sliced two pieces of pie. “I was merely trying to set the mood so he'd be comfortable enough to spill all his secrets.”
“Right.” LaToya grabbed a fork and a saucer of pie, then headed back to the table. “Where I come from, Mississippi mud pie means let's get down and dirty, honey.”
With a snort, Lara set her plate of pie on the table. She went back to the kitchen for a glass of water. “I'm afraid he's avoiding me 'cause he doesn't want to divulge his secrets.”
“Hmmm.” LaToya considered with a mouth full of pie. “We want to be detectives, right? We'll just figure out his deep dark secrets on our own.”
“I've been trying to do that for a week.” Lara sipped water on her way back to the table. “All I can figure out for certain is that he's psychic.”
“ 'Cause he messes with people's minds?”
“Yep.” Lara sat. “But he's got other powers, too, that
I can't explain. Like super speed.”
“Then he's a superhero. You know, faster than a speeding bullet.” LaToya shoved some pie in her mouth.
“This is the real world, not a comic book. How could a normal guy suddenly become a superhero?”
LaToya's eyes twinkled with humor. “Maybe he got zapped by lightning or fell into a vat of acid.”
Lara laughed. “He might look delicious, but he doesn't look deep-fat fried.”
“Then he's got to be an alien. That's how Superman got his powers.”
Lara ate some pie while she mentally pictured Jack in a latex costume with a cape fluttering in the wind. Damn, he looked good. “I wouldn't be entirely opposed to a superhero if he looks like Jack. But it doesn't explain how he can appear and disappear at will.”
“That's a tough one.” LaToya stuffed more pie in her mouth, then her eyes lit up. “I got it! Astral projection.”
“What?”
“It means he stayed in one spot while his
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