CHAPTER EIGHT
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THE ENTRANCE DOOR CLOSED quietly behind Nick. Then, Darcy relaxed her body and sighed with relief. She was finally alone.
Darcy flexed her shoulders to work the kinks out of them, and then she straightened and dried her hands on a kitchen towel thrown negligently on the worktable. Darcy wasn’t as apprehensive with Nick as she had been with Emmett. Nick seemed harmless enough, at least toward her. Still, his departure brought her a measure of peace.
Darcy took a deep breath and smoothed the t-shirt on her hips with slow gestures. She didn’t know what to do with the time she had on her hands now. To relax entirely was out of the question. Darcy didn’t believe that she would ever forget what had happened to her, and she couldn’t feel at ease, especially in a strange
