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Last week we met the hero, Nick. Here, he’s thinking about Rhys, whose career was over after he accidentally shot her during an undercover operation a few months back.
Guilt had nearly cost him his own career—an end he saw fitting if he was one for giving up.
And that, he was not.
Still, though he’d only seen Rhys that morning in a glancing blow through the plate glass window of a downtown coffee shop, the ache of it came to him in physical form. Knowing while he was gone she’d been in the bar—at their table—tore him up inside.
Which was about as cliché as a guy could get, but he wasn’t out for originality.
He wanted to forget.
*warning: this WIP has not yet met the brutal hand of my editor.*
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