Groggily she opened her eyes and lifted her head off the pillow. Her satin scarf had come askew and was pulled over to one side of her face. She tugged it back into place, then rolled over and fumbled her phone off the nightstand. She had a text from a strange number. Good morning. She blinked several times and then froze, staring down at the simple greeting. Reid? Omigod! Reid! Instantly she was wide awake and alert, her heart pounding with excitement. She sat up in bed, an impish smile curving her lips as she texted back: R u stalking me? She could almost hear the low, sexy rumble of his laughter before he responded: Not yet. A shiver ran through her. Shaking her head, she typed: Should I be worried? Pause. I think I’m the one who should be worried.
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