LITMIR.BIZ

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her area of expertise.

      So, when Lana heard a detective was living in their building, she had insisted Harper nut up and speak out.

      This tormend you, she’d said in a Lithuanian accent that came and went with her moods. When she was happy, she sounded as American as Harper. When she was scared or angry, hello, the accent appeared, as thick as if she’d just stepped off the plane. So often now, she was sad, and at the time she’d been filled with so much sorrow over what Harper might have endured that her teeth had chattered. Let man help you. That girl … she deserve peace, rest. Please.

       I can’t. He’ll suspect me of hurting her.

       Maybe at first, but then he see the trut …. Please, do for her, for you, for … me.

      Given the fact that Lana had spent every night of the past few weeks sobbing for the pain Harper suffered over the entire ordeal, well, Harper had been willing to do anything her friend asked, no matter the consequences to herself.

      “Harper.” The curt bark of Levi’s voice jolted her out of her thoughts. “You with me?”

      “Well, I am now,” she grumbled. “Do you have an inside voice?”

      His lips twitched at the corners, hinting at an amusement he’d so rarely shown. That humor transformed his entire face. Those emerald eyes twinkled, little lines forming at the corners. His mouth softened, and his skin seemed to glow.

      “Have you ever painted anything like this before?” he asked.

      “No. I love painting people, but not like this. Never like this. Why does that matter?”

      “Once, and it’s plausible you stumbled upon some kind of scene. Twice, and it’s more plausible your mind manufactured everything.”

      Okay, that made sense. “Well, it was only once. And just so you know, I can’t see the dead, so it wasn’t a bunch of spirits putting on a show for me, either.” She wasn’t like Lana, who had always had the ability to see into that other realm.

      “I’ll need to view your new painting, as well as a sample of your usual work,” Levi said.

      “All right. The new one isn’t done, though. Obviously.”

      His head tilted to the side, his study of her intensifying. “When did you begin painting it?”

      “About two weeks ago.” She tried not to squirm or wring her fingers under such a probing stare—until she realized that his probing stare was a good thing. Criminals would not stand a chance against this man’s strength and ferocity. If her painting were a depiction of a real-life event, Levi would find out the identity of the man responsible and punish him. “Little by little, I’ve been filling in the details.”

      Another bout of silence before he sighed. “Let’s switch gears for a minute. Forgetting the fact that you’ve never before painted anything like this, what makes you think this is a memory?”

      Bottom line, she wasn’t ready for a stranger to know about her blackouts and to, perhaps, use them against her, yet neither was she ready to lie to a man who could have kicked her out but hadn’t. He’d listened to her, had asked her questions and truly seemed interested in helping her.

      So, she said, “I’m struck by moments of absolute terror,” and gazed down at her feet. Her pink snakeskin boots were one of her favorite possessions. She’d had to sell four paintings to buy them, as well as live off peanut butter and jelly for a month, but she’d never regretted the choice. So pretty. “Moments I can almost feel the shackles around my wrists and my ankles.”

      “Delusions hold that same power,” he pointed out.

      Don’t act surprised, you knew it would come to this. And better this than the other avenue he could have taken: blame. “Well, I hope it is a delusion,” she whispered.

      “Me, too, Miss … Harper?”

      “Just Harper.” She would not be tricked into revealing her full name, thank you.

      “Had to try,” he said with a shrug. “What if you discover you were the one on that table, that you somehow escaped but repressed what happened?”

      “Impossible. I was only gone—” She pressed her lips together, stopping her hasty confession before it could fully emerge. “I would have had bruises at some point, and I haven’t.”

      He sat there a moment, silent again, before nodding as if he’d just made a decision. He pushed to his feet and stuck a finger in her face. “Stay there. Do not move. I’ll get dressed and we’ll walk to your apartment together. Nod if you understand.”

      “And there’s that lovely attitude again,” she muttered.

      “Nod.”

      Oh, very well. She nodded.

      “Good. Disobey, and I’ll cuff you faster than you can say, ‘I’m sorry, Levi, that was the dumbest thing I ever did.’” Without waiting for her reply—because he clearly didn’t expect her to have one—he turned on his heel and headed for the hall.

      “Uh, just thought you should know that your gun is showing,” she called.

      Just before he disappeared around a corner, she thought she heard him say, “Honey, you’re lucky you’re only seeing the butt of it.”

      She wasn’t that bad. Was she?

      Harper waited. The click of a closing door never sounded. Well, she wouldn’t let that stop her; she stood with every intention of walking around his place and checking out his things.

      Maybe she was that bad.

      “I told you not to move,” Levi called with more than a hint of annoyance.

      He’d heard the quiet swish of her clothes? “Tell me you don’t talk to your girlfriend with that tone.” The moment her words registered in her head, she groaned. Basically, she’d just asked him to marry her and have a million babies.

      “No girlfriend.” A tension-ripened pause. “You?”

      “Nope, no girlfriend, either.” The jest served a dual purpose. One, lightening the mood, and two, discovering whether or not he cared to know her lack-of-boyfriend status. If he pushed for more info, he might just be as fascinated by her as she was by him.

      And she was, wasn’t she? Fascinated by this rough-and-gruff detective with the jewel-toned eyes. Thought you weren’t interested in dating anyone. She wasn’t. Right? She hadn’t taken one look at a grumpy cop and changed her mind, right?

      “Boyfriend?” Levi barked out, and she nearly grinned.

      You’re in trouble, girl. “Nope, no boyfriend.”

      She scanned his walls. There were no photographs, no artwork, nothing hanging anywhere to inform her of his tastes so that she could peel back the curtain surrounding his life and reveal the man he was with others, when he was relaxed. Did he ever relax, though? Probably not. Judging by his perma-frown, it would take a miracle.

      “Your decorating … did you decide to go with Minimal Chic?”

      Stomping footsteps echoed, and then he was there, in front of her again, tall and dark and ruggedly delicious, an erotic dream come to life in a black T and black slacks.

      She’d bet his gun was still at his back. He was a warrior, a protector. A danger. Sweet heaven, but she had to paint him, she decided. He wasn’t handsome in the classic sense, but, oh, he was so much more. He was interesting.

      She’d always favored interesting.

      “We’re not discussing my decorating,” he said.

      “You mean your lack of decorating.”

      “Whatever. Lead the way.”

      “So

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