“No, wait—I’m sorry, I—I just think . . .” He paused to clear his throat. “I think you should come with me, actually. I mean, if you want to. There’s no reason for you to be stuck in this house, and there’s no reason to force-feed yourself grief, and there’s no reason for me to live without you too. You’re here—you’re right here—you could just come with me . . . You could . . .” Halfway through his terribly ill-thought-out rambling, Bishop had started typing on their iPhone. Heat rushed to his face. “I could certainly use your help with this upcoming case, at least. We could . . . We
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BE STILL MY HEART OMG
