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Quite resourceful. Very noble, but a bit reckless.”

If God himself had asked Matthew how he would like to be remembered, those were very nearly the words Matthew would use. And here Georgia was using them about the Bandit—who was, and then was not, Matthew Covington. It was an oddly powerful sensation.

Made more so by what Matthew saw hiding behind Georgia’s eyes—an admiration for the recklessness that came close to affection for the dashing hero.

But the Bandit was reckless. Matthew Covington could not be. Dashing midnight bravery was a luxury for imaginary men, not Covingtons.

Still, he would do it again. To watch her talk of it with that look on her face. To know that she held a part of him—even an invented part—in such esteem. It was enough.