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I know I’m going to regret this.
JJ stood outside the door to her ex-husband’s hospital room. She had some pretty compelling reasons not to enter: 1) it could confuse the issue of the protective order, and 2) being shot wouldn’t change the fact that the man was an asshole. Her sole reason for going in: the asshole was Evie’s father. And no matter how much of an asshole he was, she would always owe him for that.
She sighed; hopefully he’d be heavily medicated.
Marcus opened his eyes as she entered and gave her a slightly dazed smile. “JJ,” he said. “Nice of you to stop by.”
“Well, don’t get used to it,” she said. “Do you need anything?”
“No,” he said, raising his hand with its IV. “I got everything I need right here.”
“I’ll bet you do,” JJ said, shaking her head. Against her bette
