She was a lawyer defending a major criminal. The judge would ask questions she didn’t know the answer to. When her client was in the dock, she couldn’t remember his name and constantly had to refer to her notes, but the pages in front of her were always blank. She’d been given the case by mistake, but there was no one to tell. When she woke up she was always left with the vague sense that she didn’t really know what the hell was going on in her life.It was the same feeling she had now: only this wasn’t a dream.Marie was frowning. She couldn’t figure out what was bothering her more: the rising body count and the fact that Vincent Lee Croll had found them so easily, or what had happened earlier in the motel room, when Finn had avoided making love to her.He wanted her, no doubt about it, but something was holding him back. They’d started to kiss, the attraction and intensity definitely there, but suddenly Finn had pulled away, saying, ‘No, this is not what you want.’ She had to stop herself from shouting at him, ‘It is what I want, please just fuck me.’ Maybe she was reading too much into it all, not seeing the situation as it really was.
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