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hold? Excitement and romance? Or more of the same?
    “Place your bets,” she murmured. “My money’s on more of the same. Bring it on.”
    She’d recently made a promise to look on the bright side of things after reading The Secret . Five times. She owned the book, the audio book, and the DVD. If she believed that good things were going to happen, then they would. But the belief had to be complete. She had to clearly imagine what she wanted in life in order to make it happen.
    Sure. It was possible.
    I’d love more money so I could move out of my crappy apartment , she thought. That would be super.
    She’d also love a great job that fulfilled her and would also help others in some way. All she knew was that she hadn’t found it yet.
    Finally, she’d love to find a wonderful man who loved her for who she was inside.
    Believe it. Feel it. See it. Be it.
    Her stomach still growled with hunger. And the universe provided an immediate solution. There was a big box of Hot Stuff donuts and pastries over on Andy’s desk. There was also a pot of coffee that actually looked remotely fresh.
    She picked up a Boston cream and devoured it in about five seconds, very glad there was no one there to witness it. She then grabbed an apple fritter, put it on a paper towel, and fixed her coffee—two creamers, two sugars. She tipped the mug back and swallowed a mouthful.
    The warm liquid swished around in her stomach as she felt something else. A strange tingling sensation began to spread through her body and down to her arms and legs.
    She put the mug down and held her palm over her stomach.
    “Maybe that coffee wasn’t as fresh as I thought,” she said aloud.
    “Hello? Can you hear me?”
    The male voice made her turn around to see where it came from, but there was nobody in the office except for her.
    “Hello?” she responded cautiously.
    She felt a small lurch in her gut. Indigestion so quickly? Perhaps she should have had a salad. The nutrition gods were trying to tell her something.
    “Who are you?” the voice spoke again.
    Eden’s gaze darted around the room. What was going on? Her body immediately tensed and her heart began to pound—hard. She was still feeling the effects from being grabbed by the serial killer earlier, and it was likely she’d do so for a while.
    “Who are you ?” she asked. “ Where are you? Andy’s gone for the day.”
    “You’re a woman.” Whoever this was sounded surprised by that.
    “Good guess. Now you’re going to have to tell me who you are and where you’re hiding or we’re going to have a problem. I’m not a big fan of hide-and-seek.”
    “You can hear everything I’m saying?” He sounded surprised.
    She swallowed hard. “Of course I can.”
    “It’s just that the others… well, most of them haven’t been able to hear me at all. And the ones who could didn’t hear everything clearly.”
    She curled her hand around the baseball bat she kept under her desk. One could never be too careful. Triple-A wasn’t exactly in the city’s best neighborhood.
    “What others?” she asked.
    “My other… my other hosts . Look, I don’t want you to be afraid—”
    “It’s getting a bit late for that, whoever you are.” She gripped the bat tightly and stood up from the desk. Nobody else was going to sneak up on her. One serial killer a day was her limit.
    She nudged open the door to the small bathroom with her foot. The office was completely empty. She began to tremble. Even if someone had been hiding, their voice wouldn’t be so loud in her ears. So loud that it sounded as if it was coming from—
    Inside of me.
    “You’re the woman with the long, reddish hair, aren’t you? He wanted to kill you. And then—” He paused. “Then I don’t remember much—it’s fuzzy right now. Was he killed? Of course, he had to be or this wouldn’t have happened.”
    “How do you know about that?” she demanded, and began to shuffle backward into the far corner by Andy’s bookshelf.