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why all of a sudden did she feel the need to explore the inside of Jason’s bedroom now? Well, the reticence might have something to do with his blonde girlfriend whom Sabrina had conveniently forgotten last night.
    Sabrina let out a deep sigh. She had more than enough troubles in her life. The last time she’d tried to establish a relationship, things didn’t go well. He hadn’t taken too kindly to it either, leaving her to suffer with the voices for enough time to almost make her insane.
    Three loud raps amplified through the front door.
    “What now?” she mumbled.
    Except she thought she knew. Opening the door to find Jason standing there confirmed her suspicions.
    “Good morning.” He looked her in the eyes, any embarrassment about last night vanished with the new day.
    She pursed her lips, folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorjamb. “Morning.”
    “I was wondering—”
    “I thought we agreed we’re even.”
    “You shoved me out of here so fast last night I didn’t get to find out what we’re even for.”
    She tried hard not to stare at the way his black t-shirt molded against his torso, outlining a lean shape. She’d gotten to know that chest up close and personal last night.
    A quick glance verified formfitting jeans, with his perfect-sized package tucked neatly into the crotch. Last night, what he wore didn’t seem capable of restraining his erection, a nice addition to their play. So used to His touch, she’d forgotten the feel of a flesh-and-blood man beneath her hands, but Jason rushed the memory back.
    “You should leave.”
    “I still need your help.” He raised a white, grease-stained bag in the air. “And I even brought breakfast for sustenance.”
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    The smell of something fried and decidedly unhealthy rose into the air and her traitorous stomach growled in appreciation. Yes, it must have been far too long without a real man because she found herself considering his offer although it made no sense.
    No. It made lots of sense.
    Forget being hungry, who besides Jason offered her company after seeing what one of her episodes looked like? Even without her ability, she had a feeling he would have continued to be nice to her. He was just one of those guys. Nice for no particular reason.
    Then again, all the more reason to stay away.
    “I trust you’ll keep our secret, Jason,” she said and started to back away. The door slid closed on quiet hinges, once more cutting her off from the outside world.
    “Wait!” Jason’s hand shot forward, stopping the door partway. “I can’t decipher this all and you’re in here. Your name is on this page.”
    “What?” That got her attention. The dead never had anything to say about her. To her, yes, but never about her.
    His mouth quirked up in a smile. He shook the bag at her. “So, can I come in?” Turning on her heel, she tossed over her shoulder, “Fine.” He made himself comfortable at the breakfast bar, sitting in the same spot as last night. She tried not to blush at the memory of what they’d done in that very location, what she would have allowed him to do, and focus on the business at hand. Jason had other ideas.
    Unfolding the sack, he withdrew two thick sandwiches wrapped in wax paper. If she thought the aroma was enticing before, its presentation made her mouth water.
    With a flourish, he unwrapped them both to reveal some sort of heart attack on a plate.
    “What’s in there?”
    He looked up with a smirk. “What isn’t? I didn’t know what you liked, so I took my chances. Anything you don’t want, pick out and I’ll happily eat.” She lifted the top layer of toasted sourdough bread and almost moaned. Beneath, two perfectly fried eggs, slices of ruby-red tomatoes, bacon still dripping with grease, some sort of green sauce and melted cheese formed a mountain of decadence. One thing she’d admit about her neighbor—he knew his way to a girl’s heart.
    They ate in silence. Mostly