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The subtle vibration of Holt’s watch had him wide awake in an instant. For a moment, he blinked in the dark before easing his arm from around Cayla so he could read the notification. She murmured in her sleep, shifting to cuddle closer.
When he saw the readout and the follow-up texts, he swore, sitting up and reaching for his prosthesis.
“Holt? What’s wrong?” Voice thick with sleep, Cayla pressed a hand to his back. “Did you have a bad dream?”
He wished it were a bad dream. That would be preferable to what he might be walking into. “Alarm’s gone off at the bakery. I’m gonna go check it out. Go on back to sleep.”
He’d already donned his leg and headed for the closet and the lockbox, where he kept his sidearm by the time she came fully awake and switched on the bedside lamp.
“You sh
