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D.J. awoke from a pleasant half dream where McCall kissed her gently and held her hand. That dream was all mixed up with the other dream, if she could call it that, of Josie and the feeling of love the angel had placed in D.J.'s heart. |
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When she'd opened her eyes and seen McCall hovering above her, his fingers entwined with hers, the strange, suffocating emotion had returnedor maybe it had never left. But even in her foggy, drugged mind, she'd recognized the love for what it wasa counterfeit sentiment forced upon her by a pushy guardian angel. Still, the tender look in McCall's eyes and the warmth of his strong hand in hers almost made all the trouble Josie had caused worthwhile. |
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Then she'd seen a movement behind McCall, and |
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