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A horn honked outside The driver Esposito sent Even though she couldn’t see the driveway from where she sat on the bed, Chloe turned toward theHer throat worked as she shat was probably tears

“Clo,” he said Sure enough, her eyes were misty when she turned back

“Logan,” she said, voice cracking “You promised”

Heher face between his pal back” Then he kissed her with a desperation he’d never felt before, trying to pour all the love, all the words he couldn’t yet say into her

She clung to his shirt, tears wetting both their cheeks

The horn blared again, popping the bubble that had surrounded therabbed his bag Without another word or glance in her direction he strode straight out of the roo his heart behind He couldn’t have so lance Had he seen the tears or the attempted bravery in her eyes, he’d have caved and told Esposito to go fuck himself

And he’d have lost his shot at Lefty forever Because Esposito wouldn’t just let the bastard go He’d take Rocket’s chance at vengeance for himself

The idea of Chloe lying in his—their—bed, tears staining the pillow nearly ed on and cli in his driveway

Once seated, he shot a quick text to his president and then Scott, letting hiet his ass to Rocket’s house to pick up his sister Then he turned off the device, slipped on his dark sunglasses, and transformed into the role of operative

He had shit to do and a woman to return to

I promise