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The Ones Who Got Away
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“But it’s two sides of the same coin. You don’t get to have only one side or the other. You have to put the whole thing in your pocket and take both, or you get nothing at all. I don’t want to live with empty pockets anymore.”
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“I’m feeling kind of terrified … But at least I’m feeling something. You make me feel something.”
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“You’re allowed to have fun. You’re allowed to have a fling with an old boyfriend and not feel like it’s some big life decision or an unhealthy coping mechanism. Be smart about it, but don’t deny yourself some simple life pleasures. Taking your photos. Hanging out with your awesome, amazing, super-wise friends. And hot cop penis.”
A real laugh burst out of Liv this time, and she quickly pressed her hand over her mouth to staunch it. “He’s FBI, for the record.”
“Federal cop penis,” Kincaid corrected. “That’s top shelf. It has authority across state lines.”
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A real laugh burst out of Liv this time, and she quickly pressed her hand over her mouth to staunch it. “He’s FBI, for the record.”
“Federal cop penis,” Kincaid corrected. “That’s top shelf. It has authority across state lines.”
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“Do you need us to get you anything, sweetie?” Kincaid asked, sitting on the opposite side of the bed from Finn. “Water? A pill? A former football player in his underwear? Because we’ve got the last one covered. And I can make the first two happen.”
Liv looked up at that, registering the fact that Finn was shirtless and his thick hair was sticking up every which way. Her gaze drifted down to his black boxer briefs. “You’re in your underwear.”
“’Fraid so,” he said. “Good thing I don’t sleep naked.”
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Liv looked up at that, registering the fact that Finn was shirtless and his thick hair was sticking up every which way. Her gaze drifted down to his black boxer briefs. “You’re in your underwear.”
“’Fraid so,” he said. “Good thing I don’t sleep naked.”
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“You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. You had to live for today. Enjoy the moment.
Even when you knew that moment couldn’t last.”
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Even when you knew that moment couldn’t last.”
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“They sell engagement rings at the airport?”
“Yep.” He smirked. “Next to the Cinnabon.”
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“Yep.” He smirked. “Next to the Cinnabon.”
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“Hey, erect is a perfectly proper word. I can’t help it if your mind was in the gutter.”
“I’ve been celibate for two years. Assume it’s always there. I’ve set up shop and built a little gutter town. We’re about to elect a mayor.”
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“I’ve been celibate for two years. Assume it’s always there. I’ve set up shop and built a little gutter town. We’re about to elect a mayor.”
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“That could definitely get messy.”
“We’ve always been messy, Livvy. That’s what makes it so good.”
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“We’ve always been messy, Livvy. That’s what makes it so good.”
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“I love you back. Guess we’re both screwed.”
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“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly. “But I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting you.”
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“Those sick assholes stole not just my friends’ lives but the could be’s from us. We never got to find out who we would’ve been otherwise. Before we were aftermath.”
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“Teen Liv had been racked with anxiety and nightmares, but still, she’d craved adventure. Art.
Passion.
She’d believed she could still have it.
What did grown-up Liv believe? Want?
Did she even know?”
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Passion.
She’d believed she could still have it.
What did grown-up Liv believe? Want?
Did she even know?”
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“I, Olivia Arias, promise the Class of 2005 that I will not waste the second chance that I have been given, that I will honor all the people we lost by living my life to the fullest … I won’t play it safe. I won’t be practical. I’ll live a passionate life and date passionate guys and see the world so I can take pictures of it. I promise, Class of 2005, to live the life that scares me.”
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“Finn: I would compromise u so hard, Arias, u wouldn’t be able to compromise w/ anyone else for weeks
Liv: Weird. I found that oddly hot.
Finn: Oddly Hot is my FBI code name
There wasn’t a response for a few seconds, and he wondered if he’d taken it too far. But just when he was about to type something else to shift the conversation, her message appeared.
Liv: Sorry, just spit water on my screen & my coworkers are looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. I shouldn’t text w/ u at work. UR going to get me in trouble.”
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Liv: Weird. I found that oddly hot.
Finn: Oddly Hot is my FBI code name
There wasn’t a response for a few seconds, and he wondered if he’d taken it too far. But just when he was about to type something else to shift the conversation, her message appeared.
Liv: Sorry, just spit water on my screen & my coworkers are looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. I shouldn’t text w/ u at work. UR going to get me in trouble.”
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“I pretty much rolled out of bed and headed out this morning. Dawn is the magic hour. I didn’t want to miss it.”
He leaned against the counter, considering her over the rim of his coffee cup. “You should see yourself right now.”
She tilted her head and patted her hair. “What? Am I scary bedhead or something? I’ve been crawling around on the ground.”
“You do have grass in your hair.” He laughed and leaned over to pluck out a blade. “But I mean you should see how excited you look, like a little kid preparing for Christmas. This totally does it for you.”
She gripped the edge of the counter and swung her legs. “I am kind of excited. I got a kick-ass shot of a ladybug today. I know that sounds stupid—”
“It doesn’t.”
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He leaned against the counter, considering her over the rim of his coffee cup. “You should see yourself right now.”
She tilted her head and patted her hair. “What? Am I scary bedhead or something? I’ve been crawling around on the ground.”
“You do have grass in your hair.” He laughed and leaned over to pluck out a blade. “But I mean you should see how excited you look, like a little kid preparing for Christmas. This totally does it for you.”
She gripped the edge of the counter and swung her legs. “I am kind of excited. I got a kick-ass shot of a ladybug today. I know that sounds stupid—”
“It doesn’t.”
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“Hey, Batman.”
He looked up at her, finding her grinning down at him. “Yes, dear?”
“We suck at the stealth kiss.”
“You think? We must have unresolved exhibitionist tendencies. Take off your shirt, and we’ll find out.”
She sniffed and got off him, letting him sit up. “I’ll pass.”
He climbed to his feet and helped her to hers. “Your loss. I would’ve taken off mine.”
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He looked up at her, finding her grinning down at him. “Yes, dear?”
“We suck at the stealth kiss.”
“You think? We must have unresolved exhibitionist tendencies. Take off your shirt, and we’ll find out.”
She sniffed and got off him, letting him sit up. “I’ll pass.”
He climbed to his feet and helped her to hers. “Your loss. I would’ve taken off mine.”
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“Maybe we should change plans. I feel a fever coming on.”
She looked over at him. “Oh really?”
He nodded and gave her a serious look. “Yes. I think I need to call and tell them I’ll be in bed for a week. It’s bad. Want to play nurse?”
She pulled her hand free and pinched his arm. “Stop. There’s no going back now. We’re doing this. Plus, you’re going to be fine. I’m here to run interference. They’ll be much more likely to take jabs at me than you.”
His expression darkened. “I’m not going to let them insult you, Liv. That’s a deal breaker.”
She waved a dismissive hand. “Let ’em. After the week I had, I can deal with whatever they throw at me.”
He lowered the radio. “You do seem oddly calm about all this. You remember my dad, right?”
“Vividly.”
“So is it just the sex relaxing you or something else?” He sent her a look of mock concern. “Have you been drinking? Eating mushrooms? Dropping acid?”
“Not exactly.” She took a breath and looked forward. “Worse.”
“Worse than dropping acid? I’m not even sure what that would be. Meth? Toad licking?”
She grimaced. “Ew, gross. Not as bad as licking toads.”
“Well, that’s a relief. We did just kiss.”
“I quit my job.”
“You—” The car jerked to a halt, the tires screeching as he almost missed a stop sign. “What?”
She bit her lip and glanced his way. “Yes. That look on your face. That’s basically what I’ve been feeling inside since I walked out of work last night.”
He stared at her, green eyes searching. “You’re just telling me this now? Liv…”
She shrugged. “I was going to lead with that, but then you had to go and be all hot and seductive. I just quit my job is kind of a mood killer. Plus, I’m…okay about it.”
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She looked over at him. “Oh really?”
He nodded and gave her a serious look. “Yes. I think I need to call and tell them I’ll be in bed for a week. It’s bad. Want to play nurse?”
She pulled her hand free and pinched his arm. “Stop. There’s no going back now. We’re doing this. Plus, you’re going to be fine. I’m here to run interference. They’ll be much more likely to take jabs at me than you.”
His expression darkened. “I’m not going to let them insult you, Liv. That’s a deal breaker.”
She waved a dismissive hand. “Let ’em. After the week I had, I can deal with whatever they throw at me.”
He lowered the radio. “You do seem oddly calm about all this. You remember my dad, right?”
“Vividly.”
“So is it just the sex relaxing you or something else?” He sent her a look of mock concern. “Have you been drinking? Eating mushrooms? Dropping acid?”
“Not exactly.” She took a breath and looked forward. “Worse.”
“Worse than dropping acid? I’m not even sure what that would be. Meth? Toad licking?”
She grimaced. “Ew, gross. Not as bad as licking toads.”
“Well, that’s a relief. We did just kiss.”
“I quit my job.”
“You—” The car jerked to a halt, the tires screeching as he almost missed a stop sign. “What?”
She bit her lip and glanced his way. “Yes. That look on your face. That’s basically what I’ve been feeling inside since I walked out of work last night.”
He stared at her, green eyes searching. “You’re just telling me this now? Liv…”
She shrugged. “I was going to lead with that, but then you had to go and be all hot and seductive. I just quit my job is kind of a mood killer. Plus, I’m…okay about it.”
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“She turned back to Finn, her expression way too pleased. “You brought a girl. I’m super impressed. Dad told me you’ve been living in a cave or something. I figured you’d have adopted a volleyball for a friend by now.”
Liv laughed and then quickly coughed over it.
Finn scoffed. “Dad has no idea what I’ve been doing or where I’ve been. I was adopting felons as friends.”
Jill frowned, worry wrinkling her brow. “Caves and volleyballs would be safer.”
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Liv laughed and then quickly coughed over it.
Finn scoffed. “Dad has no idea what I’ve been doing or where I’ve been. I was adopting felons as friends.”
Jill frowned, worry wrinkling her brow. “Caves and volleyballs would be safer.”
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“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly, “but I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting you.”
Her ribs cinched tight, stealing her air for a second. “Finn…”
He looked up, pushing her hair away from her face, apologies in his eyes. “It’s selfish. I feel like a vampire, taking all I can from you, sucking up the light before I have to go back into the cave. I’m trained to evaluate worst-case scenarios. This scenario is only going to get worse the longer I stick around, but I can’t stop, even when I know I should walk away now. I can’t quit you. Tell me to leave you alone, Liv. Tell me you don’t want me here.”
The words wound through Liv like a song, a melancholy one that simultaneously made her want to smile and cry. She stared at him, at the earnest green eyes, the stubbled cheeks, the beautiful sweet boy who’d turned into a beautiful caring man. One who thought he was breaking his personal code by being here with her, putting her heart at risk. She slid her hands onto his shoulders. “I’m not going to lie to you. And what’s the worst-case scenario? I fall in love?”
He winced and glanced away.
“Right.” She leaned forward and brushed her lips over his cheek, bravery swelling in her. “I have good news then.”
He met her gaze.
“You’re already too late. Worst-case scenario achieved. So you might as well ride it out to the end now and make it worth it.”
He inhaled a sharp breath, his expression going slightly panicked. “Liv.”
She pressed her fingers over his mouth, her heart beating wildly but her voice staying steady. “Don’t freak out about what’s already done. When you leave, no matter what, you can know that you gave me a gift. You reminded me that I’m capable of feeling this.” She looped her arms around his neck. “Now let me feel it, Finn. Don’t take that away by trying to protect me. I don’t need your protection. I just need you to be yourself with me. I love you. And you will leave. And I will be okay.”
She said the words almost more to herself than to him. She had to believe that. Had to hold on to that. Because there was no putting the feelings back in a box. They were there. Maybe had always been there on some level, waiting to bloom again. They would come along with a broken heart, but for the first time in longer than she could remember, she felt fully present. Alive. Real.
For that, she would pay the price.”
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Her ribs cinched tight, stealing her air for a second. “Finn…”
He looked up, pushing her hair away from her face, apologies in his eyes. “It’s selfish. I feel like a vampire, taking all I can from you, sucking up the light before I have to go back into the cave. I’m trained to evaluate worst-case scenarios. This scenario is only going to get worse the longer I stick around, but I can’t stop, even when I know I should walk away now. I can’t quit you. Tell me to leave you alone, Liv. Tell me you don’t want me here.”
The words wound through Liv like a song, a melancholy one that simultaneously made her want to smile and cry. She stared at him, at the earnest green eyes, the stubbled cheeks, the beautiful sweet boy who’d turned into a beautiful caring man. One who thought he was breaking his personal code by being here with her, putting her heart at risk. She slid her hands onto his shoulders. “I’m not going to lie to you. And what’s the worst-case scenario? I fall in love?”
He winced and glanced away.
“Right.” She leaned forward and brushed her lips over his cheek, bravery swelling in her. “I have good news then.”
He met her gaze.
“You’re already too late. Worst-case scenario achieved. So you might as well ride it out to the end now and make it worth it.”
He inhaled a sharp breath, his expression going slightly panicked. “Liv.”
She pressed her fingers over his mouth, her heart beating wildly but her voice staying steady. “Don’t freak out about what’s already done. When you leave, no matter what, you can know that you gave me a gift. You reminded me that I’m capable of feeling this.” She looped her arms around his neck. “Now let me feel it, Finn. Don’t take that away by trying to protect me. I don’t need your protection. I just need you to be yourself with me. I love you. And you will leave. And I will be okay.”
She said the words almost more to herself than to him. She had to believe that. Had to hold on to that. Because there was no putting the feelings back in a box. They were there. Maybe had always been there on some level, waiting to bloom again. They would come along with a broken heart, but for the first time in longer than she could remember, she felt fully present. Alive. Real.
For that, she would pay the price.”
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“If you hadn’t been there, I’m not entirely sure I would’ve been able to stop myself from hurting the guy worse. That’s why I need to get to the lake house and be alone.”
She sniffed.
There was so much in that one little derisive sound that he had to look her way. “What?”
Her expression went deadpan. “You realize that is a completely ridiculous plan, right?”
He frowned.
“Come on, Finn.” She pursed those red-glossed lips like she could barely tolerate his foolishness. “That is such a man plan.”
“A man plan.”
“Yes. You don’t know how to be among the living anymore so you’re going to…go live alone in a cave. Right. Good thinking. That will pop your how-to-be-human skills right back into place.”
He made a frustrated sound and pulled into the lot of the hotel to park so he could face her, make her understand. “You saw what happened today. I’m not fit to be around other people right now. I beat a guy down for taking a picture. And I was…aggressive with you last night.”
“Aggressive?” Her mouth flattened, and she put a finger to her chest. “I kissed you. I was the aggressor. You were just…complicit in the aggressiveness. And you’re lucky I haven’t gone two years’ celibate, because had I been in your shoes, I would’ve convinced you to go up to my room and used you eight ways to Sunday and back again by now. You’d be limping.”
His libido gave a hard kick and knocked the logical thoughts out of his head for a moment. “I—”
“You need to be around people.”
That snapped his attention back to where it needed to be—mostly. “No.”
“You promised your boss you’d be around friends. You made me promise your boss that I’d make sure you did that. You made me lie to the FBI. That’s got to be a federal offense or something.”
“Made is a strong word.”
“Finn.”
He groaned. “What would you have me do? You want to babysit me, Livvy? Come stay at my lake house and make sure I don’t turn into a deviant?”
She stared at him, her gaze way too sharp, and then tipped her chin up in challenge. “Is that an invitation? Because you know you shouldn’t test me. I could babysit the hell out of you, Finn Dorsey. I know who you used to be. You don’t get to become a bad guy. I will make you do slumber-party things like play charades or watch crappy nineties movies or incessant reruns of Friends. You won’t be able to fight your old goofy side. It will emerge like a freaking butterfly and smother scary Finn.”
He blinked and stared, and then he couldn’t help it—he laughed. “A freaking butterfly?”
She smiled triumphantly. “A goofy freaking butterfly.”
He let out a long breath, some of the tension from the morning draining out of him. “You’re weird.”
“So are you.”
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She sniffed.
There was so much in that one little derisive sound that he had to look her way. “What?”
Her expression went deadpan. “You realize that is a completely ridiculous plan, right?”
He frowned.
“Come on, Finn.” She pursed those red-glossed lips like she could barely tolerate his foolishness. “That is such a man plan.”
“A man plan.”
“Yes. You don’t know how to be among the living anymore so you’re going to…go live alone in a cave. Right. Good thinking. That will pop your how-to-be-human skills right back into place.”
He made a frustrated sound and pulled into the lot of the hotel to park so he could face her, make her understand. “You saw what happened today. I’m not fit to be around other people right now. I beat a guy down for taking a picture. And I was…aggressive with you last night.”
“Aggressive?” Her mouth flattened, and she put a finger to her chest. “I kissed you. I was the aggressor. You were just…complicit in the aggressiveness. And you’re lucky I haven’t gone two years’ celibate, because had I been in your shoes, I would’ve convinced you to go up to my room and used you eight ways to Sunday and back again by now. You’d be limping.”
His libido gave a hard kick and knocked the logical thoughts out of his head for a moment. “I—”
“You need to be around people.”
That snapped his attention back to where it needed to be—mostly. “No.”
“You promised your boss you’d be around friends. You made me promise your boss that I’d make sure you did that. You made me lie to the FBI. That’s got to be a federal offense or something.”
“Made is a strong word.”
“Finn.”
He groaned. “What would you have me do? You want to babysit me, Livvy? Come stay at my lake house and make sure I don’t turn into a deviant?”
She stared at him, her gaze way too sharp, and then tipped her chin up in challenge. “Is that an invitation? Because you know you shouldn’t test me. I could babysit the hell out of you, Finn Dorsey. I know who you used to be. You don’t get to become a bad guy. I will make you do slumber-party things like play charades or watch crappy nineties movies or incessant reruns of Friends. You won’t be able to fight your old goofy side. It will emerge like a freaking butterfly and smother scary Finn.”
He blinked and stared, and then he couldn’t help it—he laughed. “A freaking butterfly?”
She smiled triumphantly. “A goofy freaking butterfly.”
He let out a long breath, some of the tension from the morning draining out of him. “You’re weird.”
“So are you.”
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“...maybe you could use an old friend who knows the original color of the paint beneath all those layers life has slapped on you. Maybe I could, too.”
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“We’ve got to up our game. Liv’s about to tackle a letter item and her football player. She’s officially become my patron saint.”
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“This – us - is never going to be platonic … We may be able to keep from going to bed together because we’re trying to be smart about this, but don’t fool yourself into thinking that the thing we have between us is going to go away. The attraction is always there. Knowing we can’t have it makes it worse.”
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“I’m never going to be that guy who left you vulnerable again. I can’t offer much these days, but I can promise you that. I’ve got your back, Livvy.”
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“The ones who got away never really get away. Those sick bastards< i>changed us – have their fingerprints all over our lives – and it pisses me the hell off.”
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