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Golden sunrays ticked her skin, causing the distracting thought to fade like a wisp. She stopped once more to enjoy the simple tranquillity of her surroundings and inhaled. The simple pleasure made her wince, though, as a brief, yet sharp pain in her lungs contrasted with the perfection of the day.

A shadow passed over her contented expression. Maybe it's time for a rest, she thought, rubbing her breast bone. I've been walking for such a long time,,, What was it I set out for?

The question troubled her. She turned and looked back in the hope of getting an idea, but the path trailed into the distance, exactly the same as the road ahead.

No, it seemed that the only thing to do was to carry on until she reached her destination-wherever that was.

Maybe I should stay here a little longer? Maybe a lot longer. Facing forward again, she became aware of a circular, turfed clearing ahead, bordered by pretty, white lilies. In the center of the clearing, a female figure sat on a knitted blanket.

A picnic basket lay next to her, along with an array of tasty-looking dishes. Anna felt oddly reluctant to approach the stranger, but she experienced the overriding compulsion to do so. Her sister's dark hair was tied in a ponytail-a youthful style she'd not seen Big Bird try for years.

She wore a dazzling summer dress that reminded her of the type Mother had used to love. Her sibling's picnics were legendary, but even by those impressive standards, this was a veritable feast with rows of salads, pastries, cakes, and dainty, butter-brushed pies-the kind they'd used to bake together. Used to,,, "Wow, you've been busy," she exclaimed, scooping up a particularly tasty-looking cream-covered scone. She took a big bite and it melted in her mouth. The soft, doughy interior burst with a generous dollop of raspberry jam, while the cream was indulgent and fresh.

She approved. Her brown-eyed gaze radiated love. They both watched a small, emerald-green butterfly land between them. The casino!

The hard edge to her voice, snapped Anna's attention back to her sister's serious expression. Don't ask her. Don't you dare ask! A dark, angry-looking cloud drifted over them, and the breeze became much cooler. No matter what. The name came unbidden, as if her consciousness had overturned a rock, only to discover the ugliest spider underneath. She reached out and set her hand on Anna's chest. It blew through the carefully-arranged spread, scattering its contents across the now frost-covered lawn.

Immediately, the discomfort returned, infinitely more intense than before.

A rising scream caught in Anna's throat, unable to get out. The bastard had brutally split her soft, full lips-the same ones that, only three nights ago, he'd caressed. An ugly, black bruise sprawled across her otherwise unblemished cheek and, to complete the outrage, the vicious scumbag had left her with a cracked breast bone and a bad concussion. The doctors said she was lucky to be alive. No, he thought with fierce pride, luck had nothing to do with it. He'd discovered the true extent of Anna's dire situation after calling her cell.

A burly-sounding voice had answered as Arizona State P. A cold tendril of fear had shot through his core upon hearing this, but it had been replaced by hope when he learned that she was alive. Shortly after, they'd questioned him at the hospital and the police had confirmed the terrible truth. Although they'd stated they weren't certain that Anna was the victim not the perpetrator, he could tell from their sympathetic manner that there was little doubt.

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After establishing his own solid alibi, they'd grilled him for what little information he possessed. Following that, he'd faced the challenge of persuading the hospital staff to allow him access to her, and he'd eventually convinced them to call the college to confirm his identity. To his surprise, he'd learned there were no other family members present, and as far as the medical team knew, she had no next of kin to call upon, other than a sister, who was probably the other victim. The medical team had assured him that Anna would regain consciousness in her own time, advising that it was far better to allow her body to achieve this naturally, rather than risk extra distress to her already-battered psyche.

He'd agreed, despite his burning desire to uncover how this tragedy had occurred.

He was terrified of losing her-the first person he'd ever loved. Although they were still at the beginning of their relationship, the bond between them already felt like fate. Their time in Las Vegas had been the most fulfilling experience of his life: a joyous night of fun-filled laughter.

The love-making that followed had been most profound, going beyond simple lust.Matt eased out from under me and plopped me onto the office chair.

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