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BOOK: Terms of Surrender

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Did her attraction had anything to do with their psychic connection? Or was it just the fact that Zane was so damn gorgeous, with his raven hair and tea-colored eyes framed by curling lush lashes and set beneath thick eyebrows that she wanted to
lick
?

No person, no man, should be that good-looking, that alluring.

Nova looked at the antique ivory clock on the fireplace mantel and noted the time. Zane had called a little earlier to say what train he and Ran would be on, and now she had just enough time to get to the station before they arrived.

She was on the verge of euphoria, bordering on panic. She shouldn't feel this excited at the prospect of seeing a relative stranger, especially when she surmised the man probably didn't like her very much.

She’d seen the predatory way he’d given her the once-over—with grudging admiration, chewing up her assets and spitting them out as if they weren't worth his time, as if
she
were a fluffy snoot who didn't deserve the time of day from a hard-working, serious man like him. Nova wanted to tell him they were on the same side but knew she needed to take her time.

Then she’d almost blown it when she’d mentioned the smoking. How could she tell him she’d seen him smoking in her mind—what he was wearing, how and where he was standing—

when he’d put out his last cigarette?

Now she understood why the boy had seemed so familiar to her, why she’d had such a visceral reaction to him. He was from her visions, too, a part of her thoughts and soul, though not as intimately as his uncle was.

But one element was missing.
Where is the woman from my visions?
Who
is the woman?

Nova grabbed her car keys and handbag on the way out of the house, looking forward to what promised to be a very interesting day.