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The clock radio woke her as it did every morning, but this time instead of hitting the snooze button she laid on her back, eyes closed, and listened to the stream of news without really hearing any of it except for a warning about possible thunderstorms that evening. She felt good. Not just rested, not just comfortable, but GOOD. Bowman would be all wrapped up soon: She was sure of it. It was a gut feeling, no more, but her gut was usually right about such things. Sam…well, he was around somewhere and his little gifts were interesting, a little romantic, even a little cute. She didn’t know what he was up to, but she knew, just knew, that she would find out soon. Too, she’d discovered that she liked sleeping in the nude. She sat up in bed, flexed her shoulders and stretched her arms an
