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Gee stayed still for a long moment before saying, “Not even my family knows this—well, no one but my older brother, Quinn.”

My brows rose. “Okay.”

“You know I’m a police officer, right?” he asked.

I nodded.

The moment he’d mentioned his occupation, I remembered my parents had shared that information with me at the hospital, along with Gee’s checking in, as a sort of morale boost every day.

They’d stayed in touch for a solid month until I was out of the hospital.

I hadn’t heard that they’d talked to him lately, though.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Are you still a police officer?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m a K-9 officer now.” He paused. “But before…once upon a time, I used to be undercover with my twin brother, Gable. That was who was with us that day I found you on the mountain.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“The entire undercover operation went sour, and I was stabbed,” he said. “It wasn’t until they dropped me off at the hospital, and I almost died, that they realized that I was undercover due to the media coverage. When they’d dropped me off at the hospital, one of the rival gang members had stabbed a doctor. The two of us almost died. I would have had the fiancée of the stabbed doctor not taken care of me. It wasn’t found out until later, when my brother came in—he was head of the gang division at the time—and identified me that they figured out I was an undercover police officer.”

My belly was in knots. “You’re okay now, though.”

He hesitated long enough for me to worry.

“Physically, I’m fine,” he finally admitted. “The problem is, there’s been a change in leadership in the Breakers gang that I was undercover with, and to prove he’s legit, he’s decided to put a hit out on my head.”

My mouth fell open in shock. “But you said you had a twin brother, right? How would they be able to differentiate between the two?”

“I have a scar on my face,” he answered. “It’s pretty big and noticeable.”

That was true.

I’d definitely noticed it myself when he was carrying me down the mountain.

I remember it being thick and down to his neck.

“Bad scar?” I asked.

“Definitely,” he answered. “So, that’s how I know they won’t go after my brother.”

My stomach sank.

“So what now, Gee?” I asked.

“Now I see you around, Benny.”

“Benny?” I tried to smile and couldn’t.

“You’re calling me a derivative of my name, so thought I’d try it out,” he teased. “Call me if you need me, darling.”

“I don’t have your number.”

He’d just started toward my door when he came back. “Where’s your phone?”

I licked my lips and said, “On the bed, I think.”

He went in search of it, coming back a moment later before saying, “Code?”

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