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“Why is this happening?”

Jeff touched Lindsey’s shoulder. “Get some rest. Ray will run me home, then he’ll be out here till you’re ready to go. I’ll relieve him and take you to the restaurant. You shouldn’t walk—”

“You really don’t have to—”

“Lindsey.” He interrupted her, then paused and let out a slow breath. “I know I didn’t take care of you tonight—”

Without thinking, she cupped his cheek with her free hand, stopping his words. “You did all anyone could do.” The doubt in his eyes made Lindsey ache in a way she didn’t quite understand, but she knew neither of them could deal with it tonight. Slowly she eased her hand away. “I’ll see you at four.” Straightening and pulling open the screen door, Lindsey unlocked her home and reached in to turn on the light.

Then she screamed.