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thinking about doing.
    I touched her face again, just to make sure she was still a person. She was. She was still soft, and warm, and alive.
    Was I being creepy?
    Her eyes fluttered open and I could barely make out a shade of blue in them before panic tore them wider and she tried to jerk away.
    I pressed her shoulder down to the ground to keep her still.
    “Seriously,” I told her. “You might be really hurt. Please don’t move.”
    She obeyed and lay back down.
    “I’m OK,” she said through dry lips. Her voice was light and scared. But she didn’t sound like she was in any trauma. Her eyes searched my face without really seeing me.
    I still had one hand on her shoulder and the other on her face.
    I was definitely being creepy.
    I took my hands away and inched back a bit to give her space to breathe — and me space to run. She looked no older than 20, so she obviously wasn’t a cop but she was here, in a place I had no right to be. I eyed the hall in the darkness, wondering if getting out of the building was going to be as hard as getting in. I hoped she wasn’t about to call for help. Or press charges.
    She eased herself up and looked warily around the darkness, her eyes focusing on the cam-era. I could see the wheels turning behind those shadowed eyes, wondering what the fuck was going on.
    “I’m so sorry,” I said. Even though she technically ran into me, I had to placate things before they escalated.
    “I was upstairs and I heard this crazy clatter from down here,” I explained, my voice speeding up as my heart raced. There was too much adrenaline in my system and the medication was screwing around with it. “And I thought maybe it was the cops or something. I didn’t know what the fuck to do. I thought I could get out of the way I came in, but I saw you there, and then I saw the window probably at the same time you saw the window and I’m…I’m so sorry if…well, you’re obviously OK.”
    There was a pause. She didn’t seem to buy any of that.
    “Who are you?”
    The million dollar question. What would my answer be today?
    “That depends on who you are,” I said honestly.
    In the shadows I saw her cock her brow.
    “I asked you first.”
    Why did I have to run into the most questioning people? I exhaled and reached back into my pocket. My new business cards were printed just last week – she’d be the first person to have one.
    Whoever she was.
    She took it from her hands, hesitant, like I was handing her poison. So suspicious. Tsk, tsk.
    I picked up the camera and aimed it at the card. It gleamed under the light. So did the chipped polish on her gothy-looking fingernails.
    She read it out loud and flipped it over, then looked up at me, somehow even more confused. The light lit up her face better.
    “Are you from West Coast Living or something?”
    I let out a small laugh. “Fuck no.”
    I started to rock back on forth on my feet, needing an outlet for the energy that was rumbling inside my bones. She was a curious little thing, but something about her made me nervous. Wary. Like she could be even more dubious than I was. Like she had a million secrets to tell and I would never hear any of them.
    Whoever she was.
    “Well, Dex Foray, I have a feeling that whatever you guys are doing here tonight, you’re doing so without the permission of my uncle, who owns the lighthouse.”
    Shit. Fuck. Shit.
    Her uncle owned the lighthouse. I felt the routes in my brain rewire as they prepared for the extra adrenaline, the gallop of my heart.
    But…wait…
    “There’s no one else here,” I said. “It’s just me.”
    She laughed, clearly not believing me.
    “Look, I don’t care,” she said and there was just enough ease in her voice to make it true. “I’m not going to report you. I shouldn’t even be here myself. Just get your crew together or whatever and get out of here before you do get in trouble.”
    I stopped rocking. What the hell was she going on about? My crew?
    “It’s just