Double Take. Jenness Walker

everything we can, following every lead. But I want you to be careful. Any odd phone call or visitor—you let me know about it. Deal?”

      “Deal.”

      After he left, Kenzie pushed the principal’s bouquet to the side and caressed the vase holding her first get-well flowers. Seven red roses. She studied the crimson petals, gingerly touched one, and searched again for a card. None.

      Had Cole sent them? Maybe he’d forgotten to attach a card and had hand-delivered one instead; he had set it beside the roses, after all. Kenzie tapped a stem, then pulled her hand back to her side. Her arms still ached, her eyelids still drooped. But she’d seen the man who had saved her life, and somehow that made things better. Not just because he was, well, really attractive, with his shaggy hair, piercing blue-green eyes and gentle smile. She’d remembered his eyes from before boarding the bus, his voice from when he’d shined a light in her darkness. His quiet strength made her feel safe, but not smothered. He made her feel beautiful, even with chapped lips and hideous wrists and frazzled hair, leaving her with a longing to be loved for who she was.

      Except that could never happen—she’d never allow it. Because whenever she truly loved someone, whenever they truly loved her…

      They ended up dead.