I sent Lida with them and it was my cue to go, but something held me back. Fuckin’ hell, everything did . . . the urge to kiss the shit out of her as if her big brother wasn’t watching us from his window. A need to tell her I loved her, in case there was the tiniest, slightest chance she didn’t already know. Screw it. I hauled her against me. “I’m going to miss you today.” “Stockholm syndrome?” I kissed the quip away, cupping her soft face in my rough hands. “Not even close. I’ll miss you because I love you.” A spark of surprise lit her gaze, and it shouldn’t have. She meant as much to me as
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