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Jack’s eyes opened and he turned his head to her. “Is. . .is this heaven?”
She snorted. “Would I really be here if it was?”
He reached up and cupped her cheek in his palm as he smiled. “It wouldn’t be otherwise.”
Nena rolled her eyes and drew his hand back to his chest. “Less sweet talking and more speed walking, now get up.”
Jack sat up and grunted as he clutched his chest over his new scar. “Physical pain. . .” He chuckled. “I’ve been wanting to feel it for a long time, but I think this is one of those be-careful-what-you-wish-for moments.”
The slams against the outside of the door increased, and footsteps pounded toward the entrance. A moment later more shoulders were put against the door and the chair groaned beneath its burden.
“I think this is one of those get-the-he
