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the night, though, he was there. Just the two of them as she
collected her shoes and coat from the entryway. She stumbled
as she bent for her shoes, still wobbly from the radioactive
punch. He steadied her, a hand on each hip. She’d felt the
warmth of his fingers through her Sporty Spice yoga pants,
her heart hammering as he smiled down on her. “You okay?”
he asked.
“Just a little dizzy.”
“I’ve got you,” he said. On one level, Greta had hoped
Angela hadn’t heard that. On another, she hadn’t cared at all.
Then he’d let go, smiling over his shoulder as Matt called
him away.
That was all before the cabin. Greta shifted in her
duct-taped seat in the back of Rebus, not wanting to think
about after.
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