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Almost concerned. Fatherly. |
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She punched the OFF button. |
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Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to patch up the dregs of their relationship. If she tried a little harder and he did, too . . . Hope lightened D.J.'s heart. |
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The steady thunk of an ax against wood continued from outside, and D.J.'s momentary lightheartedness faded. She hoped McCall stayed out there all day. She didn't want to face himnot after her maudlin performance of the evening before. |
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She rolled her neck, then gave a tentative roll to her shoulder. Flames of agony licked at the wound. She sat down on the couch and closed her eyes against the spin of her stomach. Moving was a bad idea. Maybe she should pop one of those pain pills Danny had left. If she was lucky, she'd pass out; then she wouldn't have to look McCall in the face until tomorrow. |
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She'd woken on the couch this morning, all tucked in and cozy. But she remembered snuggling against McCall's chest like a kitten. Hell, she might as well have purred and been done with it. Purring would have been a whole lot less embarrassing than spilling her guts about her father. |
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How could she look McCall in the eye when he knew what a pathetic childhood she'd had? Pity would shine in his eyes, just as it shone in Dan's and Lou'sthe only two people in the world, before McCall, who'd known her deepest secrets. |
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She'd lost her mind. Temporarily to be sure, but the damage was done. She could blame her injury, |
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