Page 173 of Fighting the Pull


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“Mr. Szabo told me, if we have a situation, I need to phone you.”

“And?”

“We have a situation.”

No hesitation before, “Tomorrow. First thing. Seven o’clock. In your office. Briefing.”

“Yes, sir.”

Rhys Vaughan hung up.

Heath returned his attention to compiling everything they had on halewheelerisgodstan1 so he could give it to Vaughan in the morning.

* * *

Hale

His eyes opened.

He saw dark and felt Elsa.

His eyes adjusted to the city lights illuminating the room and saw she’d moved away from him in sleep.

Unconsciously, and urgently, he reached for her and pulled her into his arms, his body, and he did this tightly.

His heart was racing, his skin felt cold.

She stirred, her hand gliding up his chest to curl around his shoulder.

“Hale?” she asked sleepily.

He said nothing.

He just shoved his face in her hair and drank her in.

“I’m okay, honey,” she whispered, pressing closer.

He drew in a long breath.

“I’m okay,” she repeated. “I’m right here. I’m fine.”

He held her close. She let him.

He didn’t know it, but with her safe in his arms, he fell asleep first.

It would take a lot longer for Elsa, and that wasn’t (only) about the dead cat.

CHAPTER24

BABY GATES

Hale

Hale was in his corner of the couch.

Elsa wasn’t in hers.

He had his legs stretched out, ankles crossed, resting on the coffee table.

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