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[majorhotlips]

Houlihan had done nothing but think since she woke up in the mist. She'd found her apartment, and then promptly locked herself within and had a good cry.

Then she had set out to explore. It wasn't long before she came to as pond that looked ... awfully familiar, though her brain insisted that all ponds looked the same.She sat down under a tree.

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[guiltandhell]

That did it. He was never drinking with Bouchard ever again. Not that he actually remembered drinking with him, but there wasn't really any other explanation he could come up with for all this fog and . . . huh.

Not hungover.

Dreaming.

Because there was a certain blonde cougar stretched out under a tree that Penhall had been pretty sure he wasn't going to see again.

[majorhotlips]

Margaret sighed in her sleep, and shifted slightly, but didn't wake up. Which was a shame, because there was a fantastic surprise waiting for her.

[guiltandhell]

Doug crouched beside her, his bare knee appearing through his ripped jeans and leather straps dangling from his coat. "Margaret?" he asked quietly, doubtfully.

[majorhotlips]

Margaret woke suddenly, sitting up with a start.

And then she realized who had woken her up. And rubbed her eyes. And stared at him. And then rubbed her eyes again. And didn't say a word.