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Protection
Rafe Castillo
Even though Cat had said she was okay to drive, Rafe couldn’t keep himself from watching her closely as she pulled away from the curb and engaged the auto-drive function, instructing her Mercedes SUV to head south toward the mall. But she seemed calm enough…maybe too calm, but there wasn’t much he could do about that. He knew he was imposing the same sort of rigid control on himself, just because he feared he’d lose it otherwise.
My mother is dead.
Those words kept clanging around inside his head, reverberating like some sort of ghastly, tolling bell. He still didn’t know how he was supposed to deal with that. Genoveva should have been around for at least another twenty-five or thirty years. God knows there were times when such a prospect would have only dep
