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n, grinning like he always does, carrying some cheap souvenir from the airport an
garlic rice. It's cold now. I didn't have the appetite to e
hears something I don't. Maybe he misses Harryson too. Or may
n't looking for anything in particular. I just wanted to feel close to him. His
laughing in it-mouth wide open, eyes shut tight-and he's just staring at me like I'm t
strong. But something about
fe was like a puzzle. Complicated and hard to finish. But somehow, with Harryson, it all fit together. He was
d went flying into a trash can. And there he was. Out of nowhere. Long coat, sharp eyes, quick hands. He caught the guy in under a minute, like it was
matter how handsome they were. But he walked me to the train station anyway. Told me his name.
a magazine story on cold cases, and I ended up at his agency-Cruz & Associates. H
s two y
t. We fight sometimes-mostly over who forgot to feed the dog or who left the toothpaste cap off. But it's t
How I like three pillows on my side of the bed. That I can't sleep if there's even a
aps, and strings them together with red thread like some movie detective. Except it's real. He's cracked cases the police gave up on. Found missing peo
plasma to pay for their kid's surgery. I cried when I found out. Harryson handed me a tissue and said, "You've got to
told me once that he never thought he'd fall in love. Said he didn't believe in it a
cuts vegetables with military precision. I tease him about it. He teases me back when I mess
matter what happens out there-in the loud, cold
arlier. "You o
raight to
. Maybe he's busy. M
chest. This little knot of worry that
o worry. That he's got e
ar his voice. Just so I can stop picturin
sts his head on my leg. It's quiet except for the ticking clock and the fain
. The way he says my name when he's teasing me. The way he
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