the hospital corridor bu
er arms wrapped tightly around her chest. Wal
hite wall, his hands in his pockets. He did not hover, but his presence w
f the room holding a
signature on the admissio
n, but her hands were shak
e pen, handed it to her, and placed his large han
sharp breath, her skin burning at the contact. Cullen
e last page, her cell phon
e flashing on the screen made
y Ha
woman who was now sleeping w
button, but a sick sense of dread forced her
ine asked, her voice dro
he hospital," Kitty's voice dripped wit
plastic casing of her phone.
now, I felt so bad when I ran into him at the clinic last week. I s
m the hallway. Emali
tell him?" Ema
ments were a waste of your money and that he was bleeding you dry. And
it Emaline so hard
gave up. Kitty had murdere
hone. People in the hallway turned to stare,
ct. "You are a poor, miserable loser. Kendall and I are getting
e click
e slipped from her hand and cl
in her hands and violently spread to her
before she
in one stride. He grabbed her arms,
is voice a fierce rumble ag
ine
an ugly, agonizing sound. She gripped the lapels of his coat, twis
rmth and cedarwood. He rested his chin on the top of her head
, her tears soaking through his shirt. "Kitty t
les in Cullen's c
he back of her head, his f
d. The words were quiet, but t
e. His jaw was clenched so tight a muscle ticked in
d. "She is Kendall Britt's f
wiped a tear from he
e is," Cullen said softly. "She
in her chest. No one had ever defended her like this. No one
s, and for the first time, s
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