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“I’ve thought about this moment for so long,” Slater said. “The really big moments in life are never as inspiring as you imagine them—I’m sure you’ve both figured that out by now. What happens in these next few minutes has run so many laps around my mind that I swear there’s a groove an inch deep in there. I’ve taken way too much pleasure from the thoughts already; nothing can possibly compare. That’s the downside of dreaming. But it’s been worth it. Now I’m going to make it happen, and of course I’ll try to spice it up as much as possible to keep things interesting.”
He spun each gun again, the left, then the right. “I’ve practiced, can you tell?”
With Kevin, the man showed no fear, but now facing Sam, Slater was trying to hide his fear with this show of his, wasn’t he? He was actually afraid. Sam just stared at him, undaunted, hands limp by her hips.
Kevin’s heart swelled. She was the true rescuer, always had been. He wasn’t the knight; she was. Dear Sam, I love you so. I’ve always loved you.
Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.
This was the end; he knew that. They couldn’t save each other this time. Had he told her how much he really did love her? Not with romantic love—with something much stronger. A desperate need. The need to survive. The way he loved his own life.
Kevin blinked. He had to tell her how precious...
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Slater tilted the gun and shot him in the foot. He gasped. Pain throbbed through to his sole and then spiked up his shin; nausea rolled into his gut. The Reebok on his right foot had a red hole in it and was trembling. His horizon tipped.
Yay!
Kevin turned to Sam. She looked so tender, so lovely, eyes drawn with sympathy. Dear Sam, I love you so. Her eyes reached into his mind, his heart, melting him with their love.
Everything in Jennifer’s being wanted to reach out to him then. To touch his cheek and tell him that she cared for him more than anyone she’d cared for in a very long time. But she was an FBI agent, for heaven’s sake. The agent in charge of his case! She had to remember that.
“Do I really need a psychotherapist?” he asked. “You need me.” That sounded a bit forward. “I mean you need someone like me. There are a lot of issues . . .” Kevin suddenly leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. “No, I don’t need someone like you,” he said. “I need you.”
