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“You’re worth the risk. I felt something when I first saw you. I can’t explain it, but I feel like I already know you. Like you’re supposed to be a part of my life. I’m drawn to you, Sara. Like it or not. I can’t help the way I feel, no more than you can help the way you feel.”
    “But you don’t know how I feel, Chip,” she protested. “And trust me, you don’t want to know.”
    “I know you feel sad and hopeless. I can see it in your eyes. I know that you want to trust me but feel you can’t for some reason.”
    Sara shivered. She felt as if Chip had peered into her soul. He’s getting too close, she thought. I’ll just wind up hurting him or scaring him away. I can’t do this. She grabbed her jacket and got up quickly from her seat.
    “I’ve gotta go,” she said.
    “Please don’t,” Chip urged, rising from his seat as well and gripping ahold of her left arm.
    “I’m sorry,” she said sincerely, the sadness returning. She felt as if she were saying goodbye to a lifelong friend. Her heart ached, but she had no choice. She had to let him go. “It was nice meeting you,” she said. Sara pulled away from him and then politely shook his hand.
    Chip just stared at her with sad, longing eyes. This man really wanted her, but Sara had no idea why and wasn’t about to second-guess herself. She headed swiftly to the door, with Chip trailing behind her. They stopped in front of Starbucks, desperately staring into each other’s eyes. Without uttering a word, Chip held his arms out and wrapped them around her. Sara felt the love flowing through both of them. In that moment, she was safe. She never wanted to let him go. Her body trembled as she rested her head onto his chest and sobbed.
    “It’s okay,” he said softly, stroking her hair. “Everything will be all right.”
    As he said those words, Sara almost believed him. But her life experiences told her otherwise. Nothing was ever okay for her. Death was all there was.
    “I really have to go,” she said again, wiping her eyes. Without thinking, the words left her mouth: “And Chip, I’m so sorry about your mom. I know you loved her very much. That was terrible what that man did to her.”
    She kissed him on the cheek and turned to leave.
    “Wait… Sara… How do you know about my mom? I never even mentioned her.”
    Uh-oh. Why did I say that? Here we go again, Sara thought nervously.
    “Trust me, you don’t want to know,” she answered.
    “C’mon now, Sara. You can’t go saying things about my mother and not fill me in. That’s not fair.”
    If this was goodbye, Sara really didn’t have anything else to lose. Except maybe his respect. Or his love. But she never really had that anyway. Though she felt connected to him, in reality he was nothing more than a sexy stranger. What did it matter what he thought?
    “Please don’t hate me or think I’m crazy,” she said.
    “I would never do that,” he said, putting his arm around her.
    “I’m… well… you know… psychic.”
    “I thought so,” he said matter-of-factly.
    “You mean, you’re not scared off by that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “No,” he said calmly. “I’m used to that stuff. I’ll tell you a little secret now.”
    He leaned in close and put his mouth to her ear. She shivered as she felt his breath on her neck. “I talk to dead people,” he whispered. “Or rather they talk to me.”
    “Oh?”
    “I have a guardian angel named Connor who has been watching over me since before my mom died,” he continued quietly. “My mom visits me sometimes, too.”
    “I’m a scientist,” Sara said. “I don’t believe in life after death.”
    Chip looked at her with a puzzled expression. “What? How can you not believe in it? You’re psychic. I thought that came with the territory. Don’t you have encounters with spirits and angels, too?”
    “No, actually, I don’t,” she answered bluntly. “I’m not that kind of psychic. My only encounters are with