CRASH.
Flick jumped hard.
Yeah.
Probably Trigger.
I sighed heavily.
“We should go stop a homicide.”
She laughed softly through tears.
God.
That sound.
I’d missed that sound for half my life.
Before we could move toward the door, Flick suddenly caught my hand.
“Hersh.”
I turned immediately.
Fear flickered briefly across her face again.
Not cartelfear.
Different.
“What happens after this?”
Loaded question.
Because she wasn’t asking about tonight.
She was asking about us.
About whether this disappeared once the danger did.
Not happening.
I stepped back toward her slowly.
Lifted her hand.
Pressed one kiss against her knuckles.
“You really think I’m losing you again after finding out you wanted the yellow kitchen too?”
Emotion cracked across her face instantly.
And yeah?—
I was done for.
Completely.
