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She’d been thinking about Brody and suddenly she was seeing him.

And hearing him.

It wasn’t possible. She was in shock. And pain. Her shoulder hurt like the devil. That was it.

She flashed the light again, being careful to keep it away from his eyes. The man’s body was long and lanky, with narrow hips and a flat stomach. Nice wide shoulders. Strong chin.

Oh, no. She knew that chin.

“Brody?” she said, her voice squeaking.

Said chin jerked up and she caught the full impact of his hazel eyes. He looked her up and down and, even knowing that it was so dark that he couldn’t be seeing much, it had her wanting to run and hide. Thirteen years. And it felt as if it were yesterday.

“Evening, Elle,” he said, his voice sounding strained. “I guess this just proves that no matter how bad things are, they can always get worse.”