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I got lucky.
JJ knew that if she’d used a little less force, or been half an inch to either side, all she’d have done was piss Marcus off. She also knew she couldn’t count on being lucky the next time. She’d never thought her husband would actually kill her, but now she wasn’t so sure.
Trooper raised his head from the couch at the sound of her shifting the ice pack on her wrist. She should have iced it a couple of hours ago, but she hadn’t wanted to in front of Evie. She didn’t want her daughter to know what had happened, and—so far—it seemed she didn’t. Thank God for small miracles. She told herself that’s also why she hadn’t called it in, but that wasn’t entirely true.
JJ had known Grant since they were kids, but he was a couple of years older, so she hadn’t known him well. Then h
