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“Sure,” I agreed immediately.

Because obviously, I wasn’t a stupid woman.

I’d known that I wanted Garrett in my life the first time I met him when he saved me on that mountain. Why would I push him away now?

“Let’s go,” he ordered.

Then he started talking.

He told me about the last few months.

And when he got to his brother’s shooting, and the man that’d done it, my heart instantly felt bereft for him.

Poor Garrett.

“You’ve been blaming yourself, haven’t you?” I asked.

“Well, it was my fault.”

“Was it?” I asked. “Because from what you told me, you and your brother traded out undercover. So, what makes you think that they weren’t after both of you?”

“Because it was my name that got plastered all over the news when it happened,” he explained. “They were after me.”

“Okay.” I rolled my eyes. “But let’s just say that I think you both had equal participation in this entire thing. Not just you.”

He shrugged.

“Have you ever seen a therapist?” I wondered.

He was already grumbling. “The department requires it.”

“Then what did she tell you?” I wondered as he slowed the truck, then stopped.

“She told me that I needed to stop blaming myself for everything and allow others to hold some of the responsibility. Especially the douchebag that ordered the hit.” He paused. “Though she didn’t exactly say ‘douchebag.’”

I snickered as I got out of the car.

I was already at the back door letting Rooster out when Garrett was at my side.

“Can I hold your hand?” he asked.

I turned to fully face him. “Does this mean that you’re allowed to be around me?”

There was a pause and then, “Yes.”

“Then will this count as a date?” I continued.

I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “I’m sure hoping so.”

“And where will this date lead?” I asked.

Now I could tell there was a smile on his face. “I’d say at my place, but I was informed by my mother before we left that you had to be at work at eight in the morning. And to not make you exhausted for your first day on shift.”

I held out my hand to him, and he threaded his fingers between my own. “You won’t regret it.”

“What?” I asked.

“Giving me a chance.”

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