Come on, Ronnie, let's go home. Nathaniel was talking to the last deputy. Close enough that I could see that there was some blood spattered on his lavender shirt. Happy the way things are, Anita.
How? He was just in my head, not words, not exactly images, I just suddenly understood, because he understood. One of my goals tonight was not to do that. I knew all this, so why tell it again? Because something about the proposal had brought it up. And the last word was whispered against his chest, still looking up into those eyes, searching his face.
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