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Brax shut the door to the truck and eyed the bakery building with some apprehension. “Are you sure you’re up to this? It’s only been a few days. Nobody would blame you for taking more time.”
“I’m going completely stir crazy at home. I need to get back to work and get your renovation back on schedule.” Without hesitation, Mia strode toward the front door.
He couldn’t decide if she was amazingly resilient or just stubborn. But he followed her, wanting to be there in case she had a bigger reaction to being back in the place where she’d been held at gunpoint.
The body had been removed and police had finished processing the scene, clearing them to get back inside. It occurred to him, as she unlocked the door, that he didn’t know whether processing the scene involved cleaning up the blood
