Truth Stealers (Thief's Signal: Book 1)

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Jag opened his eyes to find Lucy staring down at him.

"Morning superman," she said affectionately.

It had just been a dream. The cell was a dream. Everything was a dream.

She smiled when she talked, as if there was some sort of deeper meaning to her words. But he couldn't remember. Jag looked down. Coffee coloured bed covers, matched by Lucy's own light-brown eyes. She was leaning towards him from her own side of the bed.

"So what did you dream of, sleepyhead? I heard you talking in your sleep again."

That could be awkward. What had I said again? Something along the lines of "No Jane!"

Jag prayed he only mumbled when he talked.

"Uh," he began, but then Lucy put her finger to his lips.

"Don't worry, I heard everything."

She heard everything? Oh. Shit.

Then Lucy lifted her hand up to his forehead, and brushed two fingers gently down his face, and closed his eyes.

"We could be JJ," Jane said enthusiastically, and felt for Jag's hand.

He looked up, and she grinned mischievously, as if they were both up to something. Jag sure as hell hoped not.

"Jag and Jane," she said, and then in a sweet tone, "JJ. What do you think?" Jane asked.

"Hmm," Jag nodded, trying to neither give too much affirmation, nor negativity. Jane squinted suspiciously.

"You don't like it, do you?" she frowned.

Jag opened his mouth, but just didn't know what to say.

The frown deepened, and Jane looked at him skeptically, wondering what Jag was keeping from her.

Jag looked around, "of course I like it."

"It's Lucy, isn't it?" Jane asked suddenly.

"What?"

"It's that control freak wife of yours, is what."

"Hey, woah, shit, easy on my missus."

"And it's you too!" Jane picked herself up, and before he could react, she had walked out of the bedroom.

Jag remained still on the bed, wondering what was happening.

I don't know if I want this to be a dream or not.

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