Page 160 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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She’s in front of me before I can take a second.
“Sit down,” she says, low and firm.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
We’re close again.
Too close.
“You don’t get to decide that,” I say.
Her eyes flash.
“Actually, I do.”
And there it is.
Fire.
Strength.
Everything that makes her…
her.
I exhale.
Look away.
Because if I don’t—
“This is a bad idea,” I say.
“What is?”
“This,” I gesture between us.
She goes still.
For a second, I think she’s going to argue.
Push back.
Instead—
She nods.
“I know.”
That’s worse.
Because she’s not denying it.
She’s feeling it too.
