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Enter the Stone
Stone walked in and propped his shades on the top of his head, pulling his long sandy-blond hair from his face. His skin was bronzed, and he carried the relaxed air of a local.
Jana’s mouth hung open.
Stone’s hands found their way into the pockets of his tattered shorts, but even in his nervousness, he could not stop looking at Jana. His blue eyes were calm, almost tranquil. He looked like a person just waking from a restful sleep. “Hey, Baker,” he said.
Jana began to speak but no sounds emerged.
“Oh. My. God,” Cade said. “Well, this is awkward, isn’t it?” He looked at Jana, whose facial expression displayed something between shock and anger. But he could see something else in her eyes, something she was trying to hide—exhilaration.
“You,” she blurted. “What are y
