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386 pages, Paperback
First published January 29, 2013
Maggie was gasping, clawing for the surface. She couldn't breathe. Everything was blackness.
"She doesn't know who I am, Doc, but she remembers seeing me in Vegas." He said the word "seeing" as though it tasted funny.
In the rooms was equipment she couldn't identify that she was certain hadn't been invented yet. Rather than the colorful, flashing lights she expected to see on an otherworldly craft, the strange equipment gleamed dully in the dim light like cast iron.
Doc's eyes had gotten continuously wider as she spoke. Now they looked like tiny rotating planets.
Kissing Amber was like falling into the sea: [Reese's] body surrendered to the pull of the tide, buoyed by the saltwater, every breath tasting like the ocean. Reese lost all sense of where the surface was. All there was, was this. Amber’s lips, her tongue, her hands stroking back Reese’s hair, curling around her head and holding her steady. If their first kiss had been a bit awkward, that was gone now.
Maggie froze but shut her eyes when their lips met. He didn't do anything more, simply let his lips linger against hers, and she realized he was waiting for her to react. She pressed her lips back against his with the smallest of movements, holding her breath. When she did, he turned more fully to her, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her more deeply.