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It was real now.

“What am I looking at, Dr. Herreros?” Quaid asked.

Dr. Herreros leaned forward and pointed at the screen. Head. Body. Legs. Arms.” She showed Quaid, as patient as could be.

I swallowed hard at the look on Quaid’s face.

Awe.

Excitement.

Fear.

All of it, rolled into one perfectly masculine, incredibly handsome face.

As if he felt my eyes, he turned and caught me staring.

His eyes warmed, and he said, “Okay, baby?”

Was I okay?

I decided, right then, that I would be. As long as he was always at my side.

“I love you, Quaid.”

His eyes widened, his breath caught, and then a smile overtook his face as he replied, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for what feels like forever. I love you, too.”

It costs nothing to be kind. Except my sanity. But who needs that anyway?

—Text from Ellodie to her mom

ELLODIE

5 weeks later

“All hands on deck. Officer down.”

I whipped my head in the direction of Garrett’s walkie talkie.

“Who?” I asked, feeling a surge of adrenaline dump into my veins.

Don’t be Quaid.

Don’t be Quaid.

Please, don’t be Quaid.

“Officer 455, officer down. Officer down,” I heard a pained voice say over the radio.

“Where are you?” I heard Quaid bark.

“Corner of Beltline Road and Houston,” Officer 455 responded.

“Who is Officer 455?” I asked, sounding alarmed at the way Garrett had stiffened so completely.

“Quinn,” Garrett answered.

“Let’s go,” I said. “I’m not due into work today.”

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