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But damn it, so did I.
Shit. I loved Sera.
I should’ve felt shocked or nervous at the realization, but I didn’t. There was no drama around it. It just was.
“We’ll need full access to your operational data,” Hunter said. “Everything. The intercepts, the route maps, Sera’s model. All of it.”
My chest unlocked. Just slightly. Just enough to take a breath that didn’t hurt.
“How soon can you have it ready?” Hunter asked.
“It’s ready now. It’s been ready.”
Beckett’s chair scraped against the floor as he stood back up. He walked to where I was standing at the end of the table and stopped about two feet away. Close enough that I could see the anger still sitting right behind his eyes, tangled up with something else that was harder to look at.
“I’m furious with you,” he said. “I want you to know that.”
“I know.”
“And if you ever lie to me again, about anything, I will come to that compound and I will physically drag your ass outside and leave you in the parking lot of Deja Brew until you learn your lesson.”
“Understood.”
“And I need you to eat an actual meal in front of me sometime in the next week so I can confirm with my own eyes that you remember how food works.”
I almost barked out a laugh. “I can do that. I actually like cooking.”
He looked at me for another long second. Then he pulled me into a hug that hit my healing ribs, and I didn’t care. I put my arms around him and held on, and for a few seconds neitherof us said anything because there was nothing left to say that mattered more than this.
“Okay,” he said roughly. “Let’s go get this son of a bitch.”
