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Stanton had barely slept a wink, yet again. He’d thought that f*****g Sammi into oblivion would knock him out. It would have if he’d allowed it, but he forced himself to stay awake, unwilling to miss a moment of holding her in his arms. That had been one motherfucking intense bout of lovemaking. He didn’t know if it was the weeks of abstention, his punishment, or his declaration of love, but he was left feeling torn open and raw. That, and also desperate to figure out a way to keep her. Impossible, he knew.
Rushing down the dark corridor of the cramped offices of the District Attorney at the courthouse, he heard Cornell’s ringtone. Fishing into his pocket, he waited for facial recognition, which took a bit longer in the dusky lighting of the hallway.
CORNELL: School called. Wesley’s
