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Grif
I stayed still, just letting my hand lightly run up and down Anna’s back, hoping to soothe her. It sure as hell soothed me. Feeling her heartbeat against my side, knowing she was in my arms, safe, made me feel better. All week, I’d wondered if Moretti would change his mind about giving me this little assignment and send someone else to finish her before I got to her. I’d wondered if she was off doing another job for Frank Carmichael. But in this moment, with her in my arms, it was just the two of us. The rest of the world, the Morettis and Carmichaels out there, didn’t exist.
She might have been soothing to my stressful week, but having her pressed head to toe against me was a kind of torture I’d never experienced before. I should be given a f*****g medal. She was soft in the ri
