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l the food truck a

, who had arrived twenty minutes late, was wiping down an alread

words felt tigh

p, the fabric shiny under the dim lighting of the Brooklyn coffee shop. "My

wasted her one free afternoon for this. "I nee

heimer's? Just put him in a state-run facility. The cheape

it all faded into a dull roar in her ears. Her hand, moving on its own, closed around the gl

lifted the glass and calmly emptie

heap tie. He let out a strangled yelp, jumping to his feet s

barista paused, mi

shrieked, water dri

ainst her ribs, but her voice was steady, dangerously low. "Watch your m

shoved his way past other customers and burst through the ca

oth, the fabric sticking to her skin. A wave of exhaustion washed over her, so profound it felt like a physi

grinning, a stolen bite of her cotton candy on his lips, his eyes still bright and full of life. Before the disease had stolen those mome

lowered his cup of black coffee. He had watched the

mur. "Sir, I just received a call from the hospital. Mr

perceptible movement, his body recoiling from the potential contact. His gaze drifted back across the room, settling on the woman

his s

he single button of his custom-tailored suit jacket, th

istance between them. He didn't hesitate, pulling out th

vious companion. He was impossibly handsome, with sharp, severe features and eyes so dark they seemed to ab

le. It was thick, expensive cardstock, the lettering a cris

t back. "I'm not buying insurance,

ed his fingers on the table, his gaze direct and unnervingly intense. "I nee

g or he was certifiably insane. This had to be some kind of

cility is precisely twenty-two thousand, four hundred and fifty dollars,

he ice water she'd thrown, washed through her. "How do

ur's medical expenses, past and future. In return,

e facility. The constant, gnawing fear of having to move Arthur to a place like the one that

. The fight went out of her, repla

he contract is for three months. And we lead s

dark eyes. "Agreed," he said. "With one additional clause. There

ent passing between two strangers in a Brooklyn coffee sh

s wrist. "Good," he said, his tone devoid