“What if I come see you?” He took a step forward, his teeth on edge. “What did I say? Don’t ever go back there. Don’t ask about me. Forget I exist.” “I can’t,” I admitted quietly. As much as I may have wanted to, there was no way I could forget about him. Not just the kidnapping, or the bank robbery, but everything else that had happened — the burning looks he gave me, the way his hands touched me, so powerful but so uncertain. Memories of him were seared into my skin as permanently as the tattoos were in his. I didn’t know what any of it meant, but I knew I’d regret just walking away without
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