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When I reached the room, I realized I didn’t have a key. I’d left my purse at the restaurant when I’d stormed out, too caught up in my performance to be practical. I knocked on the door and then slumped against the frame as I cried and waited for someone to let me in.
As soon as the door opened and I saw Boone, I collapsed into him and let out the sobs I’d captured in my chest. To his credit, he didn’t pull back or try to get me to talk. He just led me to the couch, sat down with his arm around me, and let me cry for a bit.
I used up the last of my energy and a full box of tissues before I had released all the fear, stress, and adrenaline out of my body. I was exhausted but also a bit excited. I had gone into a dangerous situation, kept my cool, and negotiated an arrangement that, I h
