When my phone rings a few seconds later, I almost dislocate my shoulder trying to get to it. And when I see Max’s name on the screen, I damn near burst into tears. I answer it quickly. “Hey.” “Hi, baby girl. You okay?” “No,” I sniff. “You left your pendant.” I instinctively reach for my neck, and my fingers brush over bare skin. Shit! “Will you take care of it for me? Please don’t let anything happen to it.” “I’ll wear it until I can give it back to you. Maybe it will protect me the way it protects you.” “You don’t believe in St. Christopher,” I remind him. “No, but I believe in you.” “Max …”
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