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tidbit to the column where slashed wrists sealed tight and healed.
    “No. There was too much fog for identification. I didn’t…..I saw them while I was drinking my tea, but they didn’t register right away. Not as….a problem,” he explained.
    “Until Jase mentioned the storm. Then we both wondered why friends would leave you out there alone. When we didn’t see you move, we went to check and…..” he shrugged lightly. “Found you out like a light. Blood was all over the quilt but you weren’t….cut.
    That we could see.”
    “I heal fast,” she whispered again, shakily.
    “Anyway….Jase collected you and I grabbed the quilt and your pack and we brought you here. Then that storm hit. You slept through the thunder,” he told her with a little smile. “So what kind of teas and coffees did you make? I’m the notorious tea drinker in the house. Jase can’t function without enough caffeine to sink a ship.”
    “I blended them with….with other beans and teas and…and with spices and ground the beans….” Squeezed her eyes closed tightly together. “And made new flavors. We served iced coffees and teas, too….along with the pastries and breads.
    They burned my building to the ground,” she whispered in a painful rush.
    “We have friends in Newburg, Brea. We’ll get some answers and figure out what’s happening,” Nick had placed his palm over hers and now watched as she opened her eyes and looked at the hand. Her palm tilted up at the wrist, her fingers sliding between his and curled closed before she let herself nod.

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    Brea sat staring at the strong, tanned hand clasping hers. Safe was one of the words echoing inside her. Protected. Her head tipped to the side, shaking slowly before pulling her fingers free and wrapping them around the glass of ice water and taking a long drink.
    “Have you been together long?” She asked when she was sure her voice would work, both hands now wrapped around the sandwich. Curious eyes peeked up through thick lashes at the silence from the other side of the table.

Chapter 3

Nick blinked and stared, listening to the question a second time in his mind. All the time staring into those bottomless almost gold eyes.
    “I’m sorry. Did I say something….” Brea leaned over a little, one hand up and waving in front of his face. She followed his gaze to the freckles dotting her chest and flushed pink. Maybe her question was a little too personal.
    “Together?” His head snapped up at the all too familiar question. “Jase? Me?” Nick tore his gaze from the freckles and swore. “Sorry. No. Oh, hell no…..we’re business partners. Friends since about the age of five. We’re not…..no….not like that.”
    “Sorry,” Brea murmured, swallowing and taking another bite. If her mouth was full, she couldn’t say something really stupid. Again.

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    “I know this isn’t easy, Brea, but can you think of anything….any reason, no matter how odd it might seem….why someone would do this to you?” Nick went to the fridge and poured some of the tea into a tall glass before adding the ice and leaning against the counter, watching her as she ate.
    “Someone’s been leaving me notes. Telling me to leave town. All my friends at there. Why would I leave and isolate myself that way?” She struggled to clear her throat. “They’re in my pack.” He set the glass down and almost left until he realized it was her pack. He was waiting for permission, she realized. “You can get them. They’re in a little pocket on the side. Like I said, I don’t have secrets.” Brea ate the sandwich, barely tasting it and she knew it was really good ham.
    Flavorful. And the bread was the kind she liked best, filled with chewy seeds and whole grains. Of course, that was a little health offset by the gobs of mayo she slathered on the bread, but hey, everyone’s gotta have a vice or two.
    Nick walked back, pieces of paper fanning out in his fingers, his head bent until he reached