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It was like a bad rerun. I woke up naked in my bed with a delicious s*x hangover. The warm sun through the windows told me I was late to work, if I had work to go to. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and ran a hand through my wild hair. This was getting nuts. I had this murderer wooing me like he was some sort of midnight Casanova. And what the hell was with that warning?”
“Don’t try to find me. . .” I whispered.
I raised my head and grinned. Ominous and probably good advice, yes, but a stupid thing to say to me. Anyone who gave me an order was daring me to disobey it. That meant Challenge Accepted, and to hell with the consequences. That is, if I could actually pull it off. I had bits and pieces of the puzzle, but no picture yet and the box was lost. That meant a
