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My ear-piercing scream gained attention. Those near me stopped, wondering what was wrong—or perhaps wondering why an old lady had a twelve-inch phallic clutched to her chest.
“Cripes, Mars! You nearly gave me a heart attack. Why did you scream?”
“I’m so sorry, Sylvia. I was scared, and then you grabbed my arm.”
“I was trying to get your attention,” she said. “So many people out tonight.”
Jack bulldozed his way out to the sidewalk. “Did you scream? Are you okay?”
“Sylvia scared me,” I said. “Did you hear me inside?”
“The whole club did.” He glanced at Sylvia, only to have to stare at her again. “Why are you holding that?”
I felt his presence. Brett. He was here. It wasn’t the cold chill I had felt before at the gas station. This was a warm warning. Brett was close, and if Jack he
