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Sage
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I FELT LIKE I was almost floating as I made my way to the front door. Smiling, I hummed to myself as I took out my key and unlocked the door. Once inside, I locked the deadbolt and turned on the lights.
“Sounds like someone had a good night,” said an amused, gravelly voice.
My heart stopped. I whipped my head around and stared in shock at the man sitting on my sofa.
Preacher.
“What are you doing in my house?” I asked, trying not to panic.
And how had he gotten inside?
He pulled out a g*n and aimed it toward me. “What does it look like I’m doing? Waiting for you. Sit your a*s down. Now.”
Terrified, I headed over to the chair and did what he asked.
His eyes roved over my wool jacket. “Why don’t you take off your coat and stay awhile?”
“I’d rather keep it on.”
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