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...the office. She felt horrible now. Even if her appetite was completely gone, he was a big man and she was sure he needed some kind of food. **** When she hugged him he didn't know what to do so he lamely patted her back until she pulled away. What on earth was that? And why did she smell...

...the thought. Great. She couldn't do it when she wanted but when she didn't want there her thoughts went willy nilly flying into scary mens heads. **** "There were aliens," Rowan said immediately and as seriously as he could, "tons of them. An abduction and I think someone may have been...

...how could she? This was the part she hated most about her 'gift'. Sometimes she saw things she really didn't want to because what could she do? **** Anywhere else his 'hello, my name is Rowan,' approach might not have worked. Here, in America, where his accent was an oddity, he got a...

...six tables. It was almost always empty when she came in but she liked it that way, it's why she came here, so she could escape into the quiet. **** "I like ramen noodles," Rowan said with mock indignation. Then he grinned and nodded, "I like that idea. And mark your words, I'll have more...

@CupAndCough LOL! Look at those eyes. Why wouldn't you always see this picture? ;)

...wife think of all the attention you get?" Because he must have a wife. He'd all but completely ignored Missy's advances. Very few men did that. **** "Wow," Rowan couldn't imagine growing up without his father. It must have been so hurtful to have her father leave like that. What kind of a...

...none and she had no desire to be hurt. Speak, Hannah. Don't be awkward. Don't be weird. "How was your morning? Meeting your new clients?" **** Rowan laughed, "Sorry. It's not normal to drop a story like that first thing, is it? It was just some crazy guy who escaped from an asylum...

...waited for him to open up. She would be glad for the company. If nothing else, maybe he'd help her forget her clients deranged little daydreams. **** "I've never lived in a small town. I've always been in the city and it's... lonely. Nothing like what you describe. Where I grew up...

...we?" She'd find Chambers at lunch and apologize. Although, after all that she was pretty sure he wouldn't be interested in lunching with her. **** "Sounds... fantastic." Rowan had been raised in the city. It was easy to blend in there, to disappear. It was also easier to get lost, so...

...she just wanted an excuse to spend more time with him. Gosh, he was adorable. Too bad she had a boyfriend... but she could look, couldn't she? **** He didn't actually buy the story about the text being from her mother. Something about her demeanor spoke of something else, a kind of...

So I'm back... from outer space...

...is your specialty? Max primarily did social work. Helping to rehabilitate criminals and the like. Personally that's not a field I could tackle." **** "I'm lying," Rowan said, "I don't need a tour. Sorry, I uh... look, I'll be honest. I have no idea what I'm doing. Being homeschooled I've...

...a deep knife wound in the shoulder and had developed severe PTSD. He tried to come back to work after but just couldn't handle it. Poor guy. **** Rowan chuckled softly at the slight burn. She was smooth, and intelligent. He liked her. He surveyed the rest of the room, taking a minute to...

...that great at dealing with it. Partly because it hurt, mostly because it made her remember and she preferred to pretend she couldn't remember. ***** The woman who sat before him, and leaned back to whisper to him, was exotic. He couldn't think of any other way to describe her. Exotic, and...

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...under cold water," Missy tugged her toward the sink. "Ow, ow," Hannah wanted to say something like; 'I'm fine. It's nothing.' But she couldn't. *** First day of college. Rowan didn't feel particularly confident as he stepped into his first class. He knew he was probably younger than...

I wonder who her father is. What man would so cripple his child in this way? Telling her of monsters, isolating her from the world? Why would a man do this? I don't think I could do such a thing if I had a child. She flinches as she lets the rags fall from her back and I feel another surge of...

They'll return soon... So that's it? This is how I die? Somehow, through some divine twist, I escaped the pirates and now I will die at the hands of these people. These desperately sheltered people. As I look at her, I note the strange stiffness of her posture, and the rags on her back. Is...

...and no one knew where she had gone to. Sometimes I fear father's wife had her killed, or sent far away so she could never tempt father again. *** The world returns slowly. A murmur of sound somewhere in the distance that my brain registers as voices, the gentle caress of sunlight on my...