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Glass shatters around me as a hand grabs my arm by my elbow and yanks me to the ground. The sound of guns shooting all around scares me, and I reach out for the hand. Enzo.
“Stay down,” he says, pulling me to him and wrapping his arm around me, placing his body protectively over mine. “I’ve got you, Reilly. You’re safe. You’re always safe with me.”
I startle awake, staring around me. I’m not in the diner. I’m not on the floor under a table. I am, however, still wrapped comfortably in my husband’s arms. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. This dream wasn’t like the others. No one died. No one was even shot. Enzo was there, and he kept me safe.
I reach up and gently run my fingers across his cheek. I think I have more feelings for him than I’d like to admit.
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