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Conor was already sitting in his Charger in the parking lot when I pulled in. I parked and stepped out into the heat, wearing my gear. He hugged me, and it honestly felt good to be held.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” I said, trying not to tear up. If I had to go much longer without my hormones, I was going to f*****g kill someone. I only hoped it wasn’t him.
“Don’t give it a second thought, love.” He kissed me on the forehead. “You doing okay?”
I shrugged. “I’ll feel better once we apprehend Schwartz.”
“You said Volkov’s been stalking you?”
I showed him the emails and the text.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Why didn’t ya mention this earlier? He could’ve killed ya.”
“Hoped he’d give up when I didn’t respond.”
“b****y good that did.”
“So this is my fault?” I glared at him incredu
