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I illingly, loving the way his hand practically engulfed mine

I loved it evenwho I was, he wasn’t letting o

“Back way out of here,” he answered, words clipped and carefully neutral

He wasn’tus faster than what I iined was comfortable for him

More io He was still sore—that would happen when your head was practically ran over, hel this strenuous

“But what about the security guards?” I asked curiously as he continued

He looked atto where our hands were connected as a little frown filled his face, and then turned back around without answering

I sighed and ith the flow, following him dutifully out of a side entrance that spit us out, not at the back or the front of the hospital, but across the dae

He led us to a nondescript black sedan in thelot, parked me directly at the front driver’s side door, and then walked all the way around the car

Just as he , and he reluctantly pulled it out and put it on speaker before saying, “Yeah?”

“Bruno, what the fuck?” Lynn barked into the phone “That was for you!”

Bruno looked at the phone “Don’t care If you say don’t trust anybody, I’ to trust anybody Even you”

He had a point

What did I know about Lynn?

Obviously, I’d asked my father about him