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Five minutes later, Clark landed on his balcony. His hand reached for the door handle, only to freeze as his ears picked up a sound.
The sound of a heartbeat.
Coming from inside his apartment.
He couldn't *see* anyone through the glass. Who could be there?
Clark stepped away from the window so he wouldn't be visible should the intruder move into the living area. He looked through the wall and into his bedroom, and a disgusted groan slipped from his mouth. *She* was there.
Mayson.
In his bed.
Time again to thank my tireless BRs - Iolanthe, Deja Vu, and Lynn - for their continuing enthusiasm, ideas, and suggestions. This fic is better because of each one of you.
Corrina.
