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Did she like him?

All kinds of questions speared through my brain, but again, I chose to control myself.

I eyed my pants across the room, thinking that now would be a good time to leave.

He went to say something, but I showed him my back, stood, and walked to my jeans.

I audibly heard his teeth click together as he snapped his mouth closed, likely forcing himself to stay quiet when he wanted to beg me to stay.

“I’ll see you around, Quinn,” I said once my shoes were in place.

“You want me to walk…”

I shot him a look. “I don’t want anything from you, Quinn Carter.”

He’d more than shown me that I didn’t need to know anything more about him, so why shouldn’t I give him the same?

And that’s how it went, every single time we ran into each other.

For a single night, and sometimes for a full week if we had it, we would meet up. We wouldn’t talk about the future. We wouldn’t talk about a damn thing, really.

Our bodies, however? They worshipped.

And through the years, my nine or ten times that I got to spend the day worshipping Quinn, was what got me through life.

The shirts I’d steal I would use to sleep in every night to remind me of him. I’d wear them until the smell was gone, then tuck them away in my drawer never to be worn again.

Everything stayed exactly the same, going strong through both of us leaving the military. Him getting a job back at DPD, and me doing everything I could to stay away from Dallas.

Until one night, it didn’t work anymore.

Home is where you can’t stand to be.

—Shayne’s secret thoughts

SHAYNE

2 years later

I stared at the casket where I was sitting between Quinn and Ande and wondered if I’d made the right decision.

I’d wanted to be here for both of them.

I’d left a high-paying contract to be here with Ande, and I’d pretty much screwed myself because I didn’t have the same excuse as Ande had.

Yet, I’d done it anyway.

And not just for Ande.

For Quinn.

It’d been years of barely controlling our anger with each other, yet today, we’d put that particular vendetta aside.

Addison was Quinn’s baby sister. Addison was Ande’s twin.

And I felt truly horrible about how this had all panned out.

She’d committed suicide while on duty in Germany and today they were finally able to hold her funeral.

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