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Best-Laid Plans
Rafael Castillo
Cat sat on his couch, frowning so fiercely that Rafe almost wanted to tell her to stop before she ground a permanent line into her forehead. “I cannot believe how badly you screwed this up.”
Rafe wanted to argue with her, except he knew that he really had screwed up. f****d up, really. No point in sugarcoating it. The problem with self-flagellation, though, was that it really didn’t get you anywhere. He could analyze everything he’d done wrong, tell himself all the things he should have done differently, but the point still remained:
Miranda was missing.
At the time, he’d been so angry about her walking out on him that he’d sat at the table for a good five minutes before finally realizing that letting her just go like that was a very bad idea. Settin
