“Are you ready to go?” Everly asked. “Yeah.” She slipped her hand in mine as we walked down the long hallway. It felt good to touch her like this. Natural, like she really was my fiancée. Like that ring on her finger wasn’t just for show. We stopped in front of the elevator and I pushed the button to the parking garage. I glanced at her. “Thank you for coming.” She looked up and smiled. “Of course. I’m glad he’s okay.” “Me too.” I didn’t look away, losing myself in her eyes—those sparkling pools of blue. Neither did she. Her expression changed, her smile fading into a look of resolve. She
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