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I wake in dim gray morning light in Aidan’s arms. My head rests on his chest. His heart thumps a slow, steady beat beneath my ear. He’s got both his big heavy arms wrapped around my body, holding me tight, even in sleep. I take a moment to orient myself to this new version of reality where I’m waking up on a mattress on the floor with a man who lives over a bar and has more tattoos on his chest alone than everyone else I know has combined, and decide almost instantly that I like it. Him, I…-
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His mouth is somehow both soft and hard. It becomes evident quickly that this man not only knows how to give an incredible, barely-there butterfly kiss, he also knows how to give a kiss that’s devouring. And so. Damn. Good. He holds me tightly in his arms as he takes my mouth and I shiver against him, skin on skin, my pulse flying. I’m not even sure if I’m holding myself up or he is. We kiss passionately until he moans into my mouth and pulls away, panting. He cups my breasts in his big…
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I found the letter in the mailbox this time. No mystery appearances on the kitchen table, but still a big mystery about why it came in the first place. Because I don’t know this guy. Mr. Mysterious ignored my threat to turn his letters over to the detective, so he either thinks I’m bluffing or he doesn’t care. I stand in the kitchen under the flickering light and read the letter again. The verse means nothing to me. Not that it should, because it originated from the mind of a lunatic. I…
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Dear Kayla, Thank you for writing me back. As for all the questions you asked, none of them matter. I’m sorry if that sounds rude, but it’s the truth. I’ll always tell you the truth. I can’t do otherwise. Here’s a verse you might appreciate: But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love that moves the sun and the other stars. What do you…
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He notices me right away. He was about to take a drink, but freezes with his glass of beer halfway to his mouth. It’s too late to pretend I didn’t see him. So I send him a curt nod and walk over to the bar. I slide onto a stool and look in the opposite direction, examining the décor. A lighted mirror behind the bar displays shelves of liquor. Red leather booths line one end of the room and the opposite wall. At the other end of the room, a pool table is brightly lit from above with a lamp…
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At eight o’clock sharp the next morning, Mr. Personality knocks on my door. Pounds on it, actually, with brutal force. As if he’s the leader of a SWAT team, and he’s been tasked with taking down a group of crazed hostage-takers to save a hundred people’s lives. I open the door and stare at him. “Good morning, Mr. Leighrite. What’s the emergency?” Frowning, he looks me up and down. Because the house is freezing, I’m wearing a bulky sweater with a down vest over it along with…
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I take a while to pull myself together, splash water from the bathroom faucet on my face, and dry my eyes. Then I put a stamp on an envelope, slide the letter inside and seal it, and take it out to the mailbox. When I return to the kitchen, Aidan is nowhere in sight. I go into the laundry room and finish folding the towels, go back to the kitchen and empty the plastic buckets into the sink, replace them on the floor under the drips, then stare into the fridge in search of something I know I won’t eat…
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I stand next to the kitchen window with the letter in my hands and read it again in the gray afternoon light. Then again. Then once more, because it’s so bizarre, my brain refuses to come up with any plausible explanations for it. Probably because there aren’t any. The overhead lights flicker back on, illuminating the room. Throwing my arms in the air, I say to the ceiling, “I wish you’d done that when Mr. Everything’s Great Eddie was here!” Then I fold the letter, put it back into…
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Dear Dante, I don’t have any money, so go pick on someone else if that’s what you’re after. Seriously, I’m broke. Who are you? What do you want? Why did you contact me? You said you know me, but you’re wrong. I don’t know anyone with your name, much less anyone in prison. I’m not judging you, so you know. But I’d like to know what you did to get yourself there. Actually, forget it. I’m only writing now to ask you to stop contacting me. If you send another letter, I’ll give…
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Dear Kayla, You didn’t respond to my last letter, which I understand, because you think we’ve never met. You’re wrong. I could bore you with the details, but for now, just trust that I know you. In every way one person can know another, I know you. I know the sight, sound, taste, and smell of you. I know your darkest darks and your lightest lights. I know your dreams, your nightmares, and every secret you’ve ever kept hidden, all those nameless desires you never admitted even to…
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