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On the other side of the wall, when Taz still didn’t speak, Jeremy repeated his question.
“Why couldn’t you face me?”
“You’re looking good, Jeremy.”
“You look…unbelievable.” Her hair was longer, thick, and lovely without all the twists of being constantly bound up in a tight, Air Force bun.
She’d been strong before, but now he could see the clear muscle definition along her forearms where her sleeves were rolled up. Her hands, which he remembered had been so soft when they touched him, were now rough with calluses.
“When you laughed… I almost didn’t recognize you.”
“I didn’t recognize me. Haven’t had a lot of reasons to laugh in my life.”
Jeremy closed his eyes for a moment at the pain. “But now you’ve found someone who makes you laugh. That man in there.”
Taz glanced at the wa
