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The flight to Colombia was silent. Melissa could feel Richie thinking, but he wasn’t volunteering anything, not a word.
She’d followed as quickly as she could but missed what they said to each other. She’d opened the door only to see the massive blow he delivered to Chad’s chin. Despite being twice Richie’s size, having his right leg behind him by chance was the only thing that kept Chad upright. The second blow had winded him so badly that he had tried to speak but didn’t have control of his lungs. He was lucky that Richie hadn’t killed him with the power of that blow.
And Richie hadn’t spoken a word since.
It was her fault. She never should have fraternized with a team member. But Kyle and Carla did. And Richie had felt…perfect. She didn’t have another word for it.
She glanced at
