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She pressed her lips together.Epileptic service dog.Seizure alert dog.Seizure response dog.Lots of names that all equaled the same thing.Her superhero dog, Henry.
Naomi had discovered that, in this world, you couldn’t trust a man.He’d let you down.But a dog?Again,worth his weight in gold.
“Why would Hudson tell Ivan to take your dog, knowing how important he was to you?”
“Probably because your partner wasn’t the superstar that you keep believing him to be.”Hadn’t she told him about Memphis’s visit?Naomi was pretty sure that she had.But things were a bit blurry thanks to the seizure.“Did you miss the serial killer part?”Maybe she should review it for him.
“I get that Memphis Camden is an Ice Breaker, but he was dead wrong.Hudson isn’t—wasn’t—a serial killer.I think that kind of thing would have popped up in the agency’s psych evaluation.They have the best shrinks in the world there.”
“They also have the best actors in the world.People who know how to become someone different in the blink of an eye.”Naomi studied his profile.“People like you.”
“I’m confused.”Actually, Eb sounded stiffly polite as he asked, “Did you just imply that I’m a serial killer?”
“Are you?”Naomi tossed right back.
“No.”His grip tightened on the wheel.
“Good to know.”He had a great profile.Strong nose.Hard jaw.Square and perfectly cut.Lined with stubble now because they’d spent all night together.Mostly together, anyway.“What’s your brother’s name?”
“What?”
“Your brother.”Going back to herSupernaturalobsession.“What’s his name?”She could almost imagine Eb saying?—
“You seriously want my brother’s name?Now?”
Seriously, she did.It was why she’d asked.Naomi bit her lip, then just had to question, “By any chance, is his name Sam?Sammy?”
“What?”Again, the same bark.Then, “No.His name is Jake.”
A tough, strong name.“Are you older than Jake?”
“Yes.By all of two minutes and forty-three seconds.Dammit, why are you so interested in my family all of a sudden?”
Her eyes widened.“You have atwin?”
“Sure do.”
“As in, identical?Or fraternal?”No way.No way could there be someone else walking about with that gorgeous, but oddly dangerous and intent-looking face.That would be too impossible.Too amazing.
“Identical.But you should be warned, Jake doesn’t have my easy-going personality.”
Laughter spilled from her.
He seemed to tense.“God, that’s a gorgeous sound.”
Could a sound be gorgeous?
“A real laugh from you.I like it.”He’d braked at a stop sign.“But I wasn’t bullshitting.Everyone always thinks that Jake is the dark and intense one.I’m the fun twin.”
“Well, everyone is wrong.You’re clearly extra dark and intense beneath that killer smile you enjoy tossing around like confetti.The bigger the smile, the darker the soul.And that dimple is just damn deceptive.Makes you look all sexy and fun when you’re clearly the opposite deep inside.”A hard exhale.“The bigger the smile, the darker the soul,” she repeated.
He accelerated.“I don’t think that’s a thing.”
“It’s one hundred percent a thing.”She yawned.“Hudson said he hadn’t killed them.”Sleep tugged at her.How much sleep had she gotten that night?Maybe an hour before the fire?If that long?Add in the hard toll the seizure had taken on her body…
I am crashing…
“Naomi?”