“I’m not responsible for what it shows. Or doesn’t.” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” I narrowed my eyes. “Somehow I got the idea you were trying to help me. Guess I was wrong.” “Help. Dangerous medicine.” “How?” “Hard to gauge the right dose. Especially if there’s more than one doctor.” I sucked in a breath. The dreamy-eyed guy’s eyes were no longer dreamy. They were … I stared. They were … I caught my lower lip with my teeth and bit down. What was I looking at? What was happening to me? He was no longer behind the counter but sitting on a bar stool beside me, to my left, no—to my right. No, he
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