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slammed hard, but for a moment everything else just…stopped. Sometimes he’d come to her like this, barge into the darkness of her dreams with an intensity that stole her breath. If she was being chased, it was Jack who stepped into her path and opened his arms. If she was hiding, it was Jack who reached for her, promised everything would be okay. And if she was making love—
    If she was making love, it was Jack who wiped the tears from beneath her eyes, who held her hand and carried her into oblivion.
    His movements were slow, almost lazy as he came to his feet, but the predatory stillness quickened through her. “Jack.”
    “Just like old times,” he said quietly, but Camille recognized the deceptive tone. She’d heard it before. From cops. Sometimes lawyers.
    But never Jacques.
    Through the shadows he moved toward her, much the way he did in the darkness of her dreams. And even as she’d come home to prove nothing remained except those shadowy images that had her twisting in her sheets, part of her had wondered.
    Part of her had wanted.
    But as he closed in on her, his limp barely noticeable, the wondering ended. The years could be taken away, the goodbyes taken back. The mistakes could be fixed.
    But this man, this tall, isolated man who’d been waiting for her in the darkness was not the boy who’d kissed her on the forehead all those years before.
    “Cami!”
    Saura’s voice. Camille twisted toward her, saw her cousin hurrying toward her. But before Camille could call out a man stepped from behind a tree—and Saura froze. “Hang on there, Thelma.”
    “Tell her it’s okay,” Jack said. “Tell her she can go on home with her fiancé.”
    Her fiancé. The tall man dressed in black with whom Saura was having a heated conversation was her fiancé, Detective John D’Ambrosia.
    “I’ll take you home,” Jack said. “You don’t need her anymore.”
    The words swirled through Camille, slipped and slid against places she knew better than to allow them to touch. “I’m not hurting anything,” she protested.
    But Jack merely lounged against the door frame. “And I’m going to make sure no one hurts you.”
    “No one’s going to hurt—”
    “Finally, something we agree on.”
    This time the rush was softer and far, far more dangerous. She glanced toward her cousin, couldn’t quite stop the smile that curved her mouth. “He called her Thelma?”
    “Fits, wouldn’t you say?”
    It was the wrong time to laugh, but the sound slipped free anyway. “It’s okay,” she called to Saura. It took a little convincing, but finally Saura and D’Ambrosia headed toward the little black convertible. He reached for the keys, but she snatched her arm away and climbed into the driver’s seat.
    D’Ambrosia stalked to the other side.
    “Wow,” Camille murmured, but the second the red taillights vanished down the road, Jack was stepping closer, his lazy, good old boy act replaced by the hard-eyed cop from earlier that day. He took her by the elbow and turned her toward him, all but scorched her with the dark glow in his eyes.
    “Mind telling me what you think you’re doing?”
    “You said it yourself,” she said simply. “Coming home.”
    “Here,” he shot back. “Alone.”
    “I wasn’t alone.”
    The wide planes of his face tightened. “I could have been anyone, damn it. I could have been on you before—”
    She twisted away. “But you weren’t, ” she said. “You weren’t just anyone, and you weren’t on me.” But the words, the image they brought, burned through her. “You’re Jack, ” she said while the night pulsed around them, all those sounds and the muggy air, the breeze moving through the trees. “And you promised nothing would happen on your watch.”
    He stiffened. “Damn it, Camille—”
    She stepped closer, stepped into him, stopped him with a finger to his mouth. “This isn’t what I want,” she said, but the words came out rough and hoarse and…broken. And again, the