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kidnap you and use you!”
    She twisted around and spat fire onto him. “No one would dare to try and do that. I would have a semi run them over multiple times.”
    “If you’re conscious. Anne, you are living in some dream world where you think everything is perfect and nobody can touch you, but you’re wrong!” He turned and paced the kitchen. “I’ve seen the horrible things that people can do, and even with your power you wouldn’t be able to stop them.”
    “They wouldn’t touch me.”
    “What about your family? Your parents, sister, and brother?”
    Anne opened her mouth and then closed it. He faced her and could see he touched a nerve. “This is not one of your movies, Anne. You have to keep your gift a secret no matter what. Your family is counting on it.”
    Anne walked towards the sink and grabbed the wooden spoon. She piled the ravioli on her plate. Not forgetting her guest, she took another plate and loaded it with some ravioli. She took it to the table as her blood continued boiling.
    "What gives them the right to constantly follow me?" she blindly asked.
    Dean sat down in front of the plate. "You said it yourself--money."
    "It’s not right! I need to take a look at Evan's car. It will tell me what happened. Sitting here won't do me any good."
    She stabbed at the ravioli again.
    Dean saw the change in Anne’s mood and the inner turmoil that she was dealing with inside. The screaming diva that he was introduced to just melted away, and there sitting in front of him was a country girl who had more incredible powers than any Hollywood star and wanted to use them to help find the truth about what happened to her little sister.
    Her sister. He grabbed another ravioli and chewed it as he thought of his own sister, who came to this town lost and emotionally distraught, and yet Helen and Kenneth welcomed her with open arms and somehow managed to help Jeri piece herself back together again. They were there for Jeri. Now it was his turn to help them and Anne was the key to solving what happened. He knew it was risky but she needed answers. They all needed answers and she was the only one that could get them.
    "I have an idea. How well does your car follow your orders?"
    As she looked up at him and smiled for the first time since the ordeal started. "He always does what I tell him." She chewed the last piece of her ravioli as she moved her plate away. “He has never let me down.”
    Dean smiled. He’d hoped that she would say that. They could use that to help them get through the crowd outside. He finished up the last bit of ravioli and took her plate. He walked over to the dishwasher and placed both plates inside. "I would suggest wearing something dark, maybe even a hoodie if you have it."
    "You’re actually going to help me?”
    He closed the dishwasher door and leaned against it as he crossed his arms. “Yes, on one condition.”
    “How did I know you were going to say that?”
    “You have to do exactly as I say. One screw-up and your secret will be all over the Internet and you’ll be putting yourself and your family in extreme danger by doing that.”
    Not one to be intimidated, she got up and walked over to him and looked him square in the eye. “Let me make this clear, soldier boy. I don’t take orders from anyone. I’m a big girl and I can handle a bunch of bozos with cameras.”
    His gaze turned cold as he walked up to her until he was close enough to smell the soft scent of the shampoo she used earlier in the day. “Either you take orders from me or you stay here.”
    Instantly, her voice turned sultry. “What are you going to do if I don’t? Handcuff me?”
    A corner of his mouth crept up. “Don’t tempt me.” With that, he walked out of the kitchen and left Anne staring after him.

Chapter 6
    Dean walked over to the bedroom downstairs. Sure enough, the dresser was filled with clothes that would fit him. Helen was really something and he could see why Jeri stayed close to them. He