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Because Gerald was still out there.
Which meant I wasn't sleeping.
Simple.
Unfortunately.
Nobody else agreed.
"You're sleeping."
I looked at Wolf.
"No."
The former Ranger sat at Hank's kitchen table drinking my coffee.
My coffee.
The traitor.
Across from him, Trigger nodded.
"You're sleeping."
"No."
Saint pointed toward my face.
"You look like you got kicked by a horse."
"I won."
"That's not the point."
"It is to me."
The three Rangers exchanged looks.
The kind that usually ended badly for whoever they were looking at.
In this case?
Me.
Wonderful.
Hank sat at the end of the table.
Watching.
Enjoying himself entirely too much.
Sadie sat beside him.
Trying—and failing—not to smile.
Traitor.
