“You’re not going to die,” he said. “How do you know?” “Because I won’t let you. There’s only one thing I hate more than death.” He pressed the EpiPen hard on June’s leg, activating the auto-injector and sending epinephrine into her system. “What’s that?” June asked. “Paperwork.” He brushed his hands together, satisfied. “The ambulance is just ’round the corner,” he said to Hamish. “Good. I’ll follow in my car.” The man nodded. “I’ll let Sophie know what happened.” “You’re a lifesaver, Lennox Gordon,” Hamish said. “I owe you.”
