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Sucking in a shaky breath, relief came with knowledge, but there was a deluge of guilt too.
“Goddamnit, Ryske,” Harlow said, pulling her hand away from him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it was my burden. It didn’t go down like it was supposed to. A bunch of stuff went wrong, but we got the result… And I know you’re not an i***t; I thought you’d figured it out. ‘Cept you didn’t ask, so I thought you were protecting yourself. If you didn’t want the details, I wasn’t going to force them on you.”
“Protecting myself?” Harlow was so offended that she wanted to punch him. Instead, she clenched her jaw and huffed out her words. “Protecting myself? You asshole.” She socked his shoulder. “When have I ever put myself above us, above our crew, above the truth? Huh? Protect myself, f**k yo
