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  Suddenly frantic, she spun toward the kitchen and grabbed one of the knives from the butcher block. It glinted wickedly in the morning sunlight as she gripped the handle. But it didn't give her much confidence in the outcome of her burglar came at her with a gun.

  Shit!

  For the first time ever she suddenly wished she had a land line. But wishes couldn't help her now. She gripped the knife tighter and crept toward the bathroom, her palms damp, the pulse knocking wildly in her throat.

  Don't be stupid, Cormick. If that's a burglar with a gun, what the hell are you going to do with that little knife but piss him off?

  She stopped her advance, torn about what to do. Just then, the shower stopped. She heard the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back, then, incredibly, someone humming.

  Humming?

  She swung to look at the front door. Maybe she should just leave. Run like hell to a neighbor's and call the cops. But it was too late. Moments later, she heard heavy footsteps move across the bathroom floor. The door swung open, exhaling a cloud of steam, the smell of her soap and her shampoo. Then a man stood in the middle of her apartment, looking from her face to the knife with amusement. His shaggy black hair was wet from the shower and dripping onto the shoulders of an old t-shirt hanging from his lean frame. Ratty jeans sagged on him, the cuffs dragging along the floor as he walked. He ambled past Sasha to grab an apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen counter. He bit into the fruit, squirting juice everywhere.

  "Is that a knife in your hand or are you just happy to see me?"

  She stared at the man in shock, unable to believe her eyes. "James?"

  "Hello, sister."

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