Nessa’s waiting for me out front of the hospital in her army green Jeep. She witnesses the kiss and the prolonged conversation before Raylan and I part ways. I can feel her excitement as I slide into the passenger seat. “Was that just top-quality customer service?” she says. “Or does the bodyguard have serious feels?” “Please don’t call it ‘feels,’” I groan. “Riona Griffin, you better tell me EVERYTHING right now!” Nessa cries. “Alright,” I say. “But you have to promise not to freak out. It’s been a pretty . . . intense couple of weeks.” “I will not freak out,” Nessa promises, but she’s
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