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Chapter 8
Chapter 8Jesse didn’t have time to grab the second towel, and once Mary was standing in the steamy bathroom, his body refused to cooperate. He stood under the cooling spray, soap and water sliding down his mangled body, and simply watched as Mary and Gideon regarded each other. It was Mary’s voice that finally broke his stupor, prompting him to turn off the faucet and cover himself. “What the hell is going on? Who are you?” Gideon held up his hands, palms out, as if in surrender. “Let me explain. It’s not what you think, Mary.” Mary laughed, but it lacked humor. “I don’t even know what to think. I can’t even…” Her voice faded as she looked over Gideon’s shoulder to Jesse. The towel around his hips didn’t hide the worst of his scars, and he automatically turned away from her. “Fine. Exp
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