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before her. D.J. pushed the disturbing thought from her mind. She was working; she had to keep her mind on the job at handnot on the strange and new sensations McCall's presence brought to her body and soul. |
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"I'm starting to despair of both of you." Josie's voice filled her head. |
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"Shut up and go away," D.J. mumbled. |
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"I'd be happy to," McCall answered. "But I have a problem leaping out of moving vehicles in the middle of the wilderness." |
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"Not you." D.J. turned her head away from him and kept her eyes shut. |
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Josie didn't give up. "I would have thought a brush with death would make you see the light. I showed you what you're missing. What's the matter with you?" |
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"Counterfeit emotions," D.J. muttered. The soft, fluffy darkness clouded her mind, but she fought against the darkness for a moment longer, anxious to make her point with the irritating angel. "I don't feel the way you do. I don't feel love. I can't. I won't." |
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Josie didn't answer. D.J. let out a sigh of relief. The angel had finally shut up. Warm, soothing fingers touched her brow, easing away the tension, and D.J. slid away on the sea of sleep. |
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Chris removed his hand from D.J.'s forehead and sat back in his chair. No fever, so her words weren't delirium-induced. They were a message for him: a message he couldn't ignore. |
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She'd told him before she didn't believe in love. She couldn't love. Franklin had confirmed a bad |
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