Page 147 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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“This can’t happen,” he says suddenly.

The words hit like a slap.

I go still.

“I didn’t say anything,” I reply quietly.

“You didn’t have to.”

His eyes meet mine.

And there it is.

That line.

That wall.

Tank standing between us. He’s been gone seven years now. Sometimes I feel the need to be held. I can’t stop the feelings I have for Havoc, but I will back away.

I nod slowly.

Because I understand.

Because I feel it too.

“Okay,” I say.

But neither of us moves.

Neither of us looks away.

And the truth?

This already happened.

We’re just the last ones to admit it.

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