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pack and make some calls.”
    She pressed her lips together and nodded. “I’ll help you.”
    Stella began to fuss, and I nearly lost it. “This is too much. This isn’t right, leaving you alone with her. She’s barely a day old, and you here, alone …”
    She hugged me. “I won’t be alone.”
    I squeezed my arms around her, breathing in her hair, memorizing the softness of her skin. “I can’t … I can’t tell her goodbye,” I said. I’d had my heart broken more than once, but this was torture. I was already in love with the tiny girl in the crib, and leaving her would be the hardest thing I would ever do.
    “So don’t.”
    I nodded and then crept into the nursery, watching Stella breathe easily, swaddled and happily dreaming of whatever newborns dreamed of—Liis’s heartbeat; my muffled voice. I leaned down and pressed my lips to her thick, dark hair. “I’ll see you soon, my love. Daddy loves you.”
    I walked across the room and reached down for my vest, slipping it on as she watched with a pained expression, then I stuffed some clothes and toiletries into a bag and raised my phone, tapping out Trenton’s number. I tried to keep my voice casual while telling him to expect us sooner than originally planned. In less than five minutes, I’d done everything I could do to prepare.
    “Who’s out there?” Liis asked when I hung up with Trenton.
    “Dustin Johns and Canton,” I said, putting on a light jacket.
    “Brent Canton?” she confirmed. When I nodded, she sighed, relieved. They were the best snipers in the Bureau.
    “They’d better not miss,” she snapped.
    “They won’t,” I said. I hoped not. I was putting my life in their hands. I took Liis into my arms, holding her tight, and then pressed my lips against hers, hoping it wasn’t for the last time. “I’m going to ask you to marry me when we see each other again, and this time, you’re going to say yes.”
    “Make sure we see each other again,” she said.
    Hyde opened the front door. “Thirty seconds, sir.”
    I nodded to her, grabbed my car keys, and glanced back at Liis, taking one last look before closing the door behind me.

CHAPTER TWO
    TAYLOR
    “ C HEER UP, BUD . I bet she’ll be at the house by shift’s end,” Jubal said, watching me fold laundry.
    “You’ve said that every shift since she left,” I grumbled, shaking out a pair of standard-issue navy blue cargo pants. The color was fading.
    When Falyn did the laundry, she somehow kept them looking brand new for months. I cooked dinner and took out the trash; she’d do the laundry and the dishes. We tag-teamed taking care of the kids. Having Hollis and Hadley four months apart was a lot like having twins. One of us held down flailing legs and pulled out baby wipes while the other cleaned and re-diapered. I’d take Hollis to soccer, and she would take Hadley to volleyball. For nine years, we’d worked like a well-oiled machine. We’d even perfected fighting. Anger, negotiation, make-up sex. Now that she was gone, I had no one to compromise with, no kids to juggle, no dinner for four. I’d been doing my own laundry for two months—since she’d moved back to Colorado Springs with the kids—and my pants were already looking like shit. One more reason to miss her.
    I folded the cargos over a hanger and hooked it on the rod inside my armoire. I hadn’t been on the mountain digging firebreaks in four years. Only being home for six months out of the year had taken its toll on our marriage, so I hung up my pulaski and took a full-time job with the city fire department.
    In the end, it didn’t matter what I did. Falyn wasn’t happy.
    “How are the kids liking the new school?” Jubal asked.
    “They’re not.”
    Jubal sighed. “I wondered if it would be tough for Hollis. I’m surprised you let her take him.”
    “Split ‘em up? No,” I said, shaking my head. “Besides, she’s his mother. She always has been. It wouldn’t be right to pull the biological card