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him toward the exit.
    “Stupid bitch.”
    Her heart raced at the low, menacing words, but she ignored them, determined to get to the diner and talk to the mysterious man.   If he couldn’t help her, she would find another way, but for now, her instincts were screaming at her to get to him.
    As she walked the familiar route, her footsteps felt heavy and slowed her progress, while her eyes scanned the area to see whether she was being followed.   When she arrived at the diner, she opened the door with more force than necessary, startling Stella.
    “Sorry,” she mumbled.
    A smile broke out on the other woman’s face.   “Good to see you, honey.”
    The weight in her chest relaxed at the other woman’s words, and she smiled before she walked toward the back booth, where she knew the mysterious man would sit.
    After she sat, her eyes made another scan of the area without spotting anything.   Her leg shook up and down without her commanding it to do so, and her hands fidgeted with the silverware and condiments on the table.   Her body felt shaky, as if coming off a high, and she mumbled a word of thanks to Stella as she sat a burger and fries in front of her.   Not wanting to be rude to one of her only friends in Snowfall, she ate her food as she wondered how far the knowledge of the experiment had gone.  
    It was obvious to her that she was the patsy—labeling the experiment and the drug with her name, tracing the research back to her—but with their research deleted and without being able to duplicate it, she had a small advantage.   Whoever created the weapon wouldn’t stop until they perfected it, even if she set them back several years.   And that meant her life was in danger.   Well, shit.
    Another thought had presented itself, and this was worse than her life being at stake.   What if there were other enhanced, others that she put in danger, albeit unwittingly, because of her research?
    Without total assurance that they couldn’t replicate their results, she needed to find a solution to the problem.   She ripped open several packets of sugar and poured them onto the table, pushing aside the remnants of her dinner.   Remembering the exact makeup of the bio-weapon, her hand flew over the table, tracing formulas into the sugar before swiping them away.   This would be easier than curing cancer.   This was a man-made formula, and although she didn’t know quite what they had thought it would ultimately do, she figured they would keep trying to perfect it until they had a way to create a super soldier.
    Tracing formulas into the sugar and thinking of the symptoms of the injection given, she worked on creating something to combat whatever they might have come up with, until she narrowed it down to at least a dozen different ways they could go despite their destroyed research.   She would have to come up with a preventative, in case she had missed something back at the lab.
    While concentrating on the problem, she heard her name somewhere in the distance, but in the zone of trying to figure out a problem, she didn’t respond.   As she pressed her finger on the pile, about to start another formula, a warm, male hand covered her smaller ones, startling her.
    “Liv?” he asked.
    Her eyes lifted until she met familiar silver ones, and she blew out a breath, relieved that he had finally arrived.
    “It’s Olivia.   Sorry I took your booth, but I need to talk to you.   Something dangerous happened tonight, and I think that it might affect you.   But the way you’re glaring at me means that you know what happened, and I’m in trouble because it was my name that they gave you, right?” she rambled.
    He rose to his full height, and she knew that she had calculated incorrectly; he was closer to six and a half feet tall.   She thought he was handsome before, but, holy hell, up close he was gorgeous.   Before her eyes could travel down his body, his mouth turned down in a severe frown, and she snapped