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“I’m in a hurry.” Dread makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I stare at his chest, unwilling to back down but uninterested in seeing what lurks in his expression. “I have to get dressed and pick up my son.”

“Ask June to do it. You know she would, and that would give us the time we need.” He lifts a hand, taking a stray lock of wet hair between two fingers.

I jerk back