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He cocked his head to the side. “Yes. I made this whole arrested-for-assaulting-a-security-guard thing disappear just so I could steal your car.”

I shook my head but dug my fob out of my purse anyway.

“Great.” He took it from me. “I’ll drive you home now.”

Presumptuous. However, I did admire his take-charge personality.

“You’re quite handsome.” I twisted my lips, waiting for his response. Even the tough ones responded to compliments.

His smirk grew until his pearly whites peeked through his parted lips, brows raised a fraction.

Predictable. I winked at him. “But I can’t go with you. Thank you and thank Everson if you see him before I do, but I’ll catch a cab. What do I owe you?”

“Owe me?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t owe me anything. Just doing my job, keeping my boy’s reputation squeaky clean.”

I nodded. “You do his dirty work?”

He shrugged. “Something like that.”

“What about Shayna?”

Intense eyes stayed glued to mine. He had a killer poker face. I didn’t expect anything less from a sharp-suited guy named Flint. My eyes? They begged him to tell me thatEverson changed his mind about giving up Shayna.

“So no ride?”

“He let her go, didn’t he?” My heart sank. It already knew the answer.

“Have a nice day, Miss Jones.” He slid on his sunglasses and pushed the front door open.

I called a cab.

CHAPTER FIVE

POWERFUL THOUGHTS

As promised,my car was returned to me. Flint wasn’t the delivery man, it was a younger guy who couldn’t answer a single question I asked him—not one single question out of the dozen I asked. He gave me my key fob and a note card then walked away.

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter one? I was used to weird. I was raised on weird. The note took a step past weird. I slapped it on the refrigerator and stabbed it with a magnet then went for a jog to clear my head. Shayna’s commanding eyes and innocent smile haunted me with every step. I couldn’t save the world—every child, every stray animal—but that reality didn’t make it any less heartbreaking.

After my shower, Thad called me while I melted marshmallows and butter in the microwave.

“I quit.”

“Now, love, don’t be so rash. I gathered from the ten messages you left me earlier that we have a monumental breakthrough on our hands.”

I laughed. “A monumental breakthrough? It’s possible a security guard will be in a cast for the next few months becauseof your monumentalmistake. Oh, and you did catch the part about me going to jail, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s get to the good part. You said you didn’t mean to kick him, that you felt a muscle twitch and then it just happened, but youthoughtabout kicking him. Correct?”

“Yes, but?—”

“Fuck Einstein, love. Do you get how incredible that is? Your thoughts alone made it happen. That sensory chip detected the twitch and bang! Just like that, my baby went into action.”

“Stop calling a part of me your baby. It’s creepy. And stop celebrating what is a serious and dangerous defect. Do you get what this really means? I have to control my thoughts! People can’t control their thoughts, only their actions, but I can’t do either. What if every time you saw an attractive woman and you imagined having sex with her, you couldn’t control your body and the next thing you know you have her pinned to the wall with your dick in her. You’d be in prison for rape. That’s not a breakthrough, that’s a felony!”

I took my bowl from the microwave and stirred the melted marshmallows and butter.