wrong. He already knew what she was thinking.
“What if I didn’t lose the power and I rewind? Back before you and I. I’m not sure I could do that again.”
He put a finger to her lips. “I’ll risk it.”
“Why?”
“I want you to have peace of mind. I don’t want you to wonder. Besides, I think I’d fall in love with you no matter what,” he said.
The idea warmed her, but her heart fluttered in her chest. “Is there a murder victim?”
“Brought in this morning.”
“You can’t come with me.”
“I know Grace. I wish I could, but I know I can’t.”
She took a deep breath. Her rational side warred with her heart. She didn’t want to lose Zach. She didn’t want to start from scratch. She liked too much that he loved her.
And that she loved him.
“I could just stay away from dead people,” she said.
He shook his head. “You want to know almost as much as I want to know.”
He was right.
She took another deep breath and plunged into the cold storage room of the morgue. He’d whispered to her what drawer the victim was in.
With her hand shaking, she pulled it open.
A corpse lay inert on the cold slab. She gulped in air
Reaching out she touched the victim’s hand. No response. She waited. The corpse didn’t move, didn’t ask for her help, didn’t come alive.
Nothing.
Sweet nothing.
