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It was good that Caitlin could get some sleep. All this chasing around, on top of the worry about her friends that he knew continually weighed her down, couldn’t be good for her. And he liked looking over at her, seeing the dark crescents of her lashes against her cheeks, the way her head was tipped to one side and her wavy copper-colored hair flowed over her shoulders.
Then her eyes snapped open, and she let out such a piercing scream that Alex’s hands jerked involuntarily on the steering wheel, sending them over the lane divider for a second before he could get hold of himself and yank the SUV back where it was supposed to be. The eighteen-wheeler behind him honked once, probably to wake him up in case that knee-jerk reaction had been caused by falling asleep for a split-second. It
