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uh, they could hire you, I guess. I like you better than Dr. Ashby.”
    Stunned, she was speechless for a few seconds. “Um, wow, that’s a really kind thing to say, Dominique. Thank you. I…I lost my license when I was arrested, though. No more therapy for me.”
    The prisoner shook her head. “Just like I said. They always get ya in the end.”
    Sophie could see sadness in the woman’s drawn eyes—sadness that mirrored her own.
    ***
    Grant locked the door behind him and entered the darkened apartment. He found Sophie crashed on the sofa. The glow of the television framed her body in muted blue light. Her head tilted back, resting on the cushion, and her long strawberry-blond hair draped in soft waves around her face. She’d propped up her feet on the coffee table.
    He sat next to her, studying her delicate features. She hadn’t removed her makeup, and he noticed smudged eye shadow above her long eyelashes. She looked so serene. He reveled in the quiet after spending the night in a loud bar, stressed from hitting each note while scanning the crowd for any sign of the Russians.
    Glancing at the TV, he saw the menu screen for Titanic . She must have fallen asleep watching the DVD, and she’d muted the sound before drifting off. The remote rested on her upturned palm.
    As he reached for the remote, his hand paused midair.
    “Ahhhhh…” she moaned.
    He looked up to see her mouth twitch into a small grin. He wished he could be in the dream with her—it seemed like a fantastic time. As he slid the remote from her grasp, she stirred, much to his dismay.
    She gave him a dreamy smile. “You’re home.”
    “And you’re adorable.” Never taking his eyes off hers, he set the remote on the coffee table and leaned down for a kiss. There was an open box of Girl Scout cookies on the table, and she tasted like chocolate mint. Once their lips met, his time apart from her floated away. Each kiss was a reconnection…a homecoming.
    He gave her some space, and she stretched, catlike, lifting her arms above her head and curling her toes. She yawned and frowned. “Aw, I missed the end.”
    He smirked. “I’ve got a secret for you.” He planted soft kisses along the warmth of her jawline, then murmured in her ear, “The ship sinks.”
    She giggled and elbowed him. “Way to spoil it for me.”
    “Hardly. How many times have you seen Titanic ?”
    Her cheeks pinked as she sat up. “About ten.”
    “That’s thirty-five hours of your life you’re not getting back.”
    “Stop ragging on my favorite movie! You haven’t even seen it.”
    “What’s the point? There’s no suspense there—we all know what’ll happen.”
    “It’s not about the suspense. It’s about the romance.” She sighed, her hand fluttering to her heart. “Jack Dawson’s the most amazing character.”
    His eyes narrowed. “So this is about Leonardo DiCaprio.”
    “He certainly helps my enjoyment of the movie.” A devious smile played on her lips.
    He pulled away from her. “I bet you were dreaming about him .”
    “What?”
    “You were moaning in your sleep. Sexy dream with Mr. Dawson?”
    “I…I can’t remember?”
    “Right.” He lunged forward, his long fingers snaking under her shirt to tickle her as he adopted a German accent. “You vill tell me your dream!”
    She squealed, shrinking away. “No!”
    The tickling increased. When his roving hands made their way to her bottom, cascading giggles mixed in with her shrieks.
    “Tell me, Bonnie.”
    She gasped for air. “I won’t confess.”
    “Ve have vays of making you talk.”
    She shivered from his waltzing fingers, and when he gave her a respite, she broke free and darted into the bedroom.
    He clicked off the TV and followed closely behind. “As if I vill let you get away so easy.” He found her on the bed, lying on her back, panting and staring up at him with anticipation.
    He snuggled in next to her, propping his head in his hand as his elbow rested near her ear. “Did you