Thursday First Lines: Wild Fire by Anne Stuart
"Sophie Jordan lay utterly still in the inky darkness, the cool tile floor beneath her sweating body, as she checked her heart rate. Steady and solid after she'd done two dozen reps in perfect silence. She'd been working herself up slowly over the months--as soon as she started breathing heavily she had to stop. There were no cameras or microphones in her huge bathroom, but she wasn't sure how sensitive the bugging devices in her bedroom were. For all she knew, they could pick up the sound of her increased respiration."
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