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“Then why take out Wyatt? Just warming up?” York said.

“He doesn’t have to kill anyone to cause fear,” Knox said. “It’s enough to suggest that someone is after Jackson.”

“Which would only galvanize her base,” Tate said.

“Or scare people away from voting for her,” York said. “People might think she’s too controversial.”

“She’s a moderate! She wants world peace, for cryin’ in the sink,” Glo said.

“We need to dig into those emails, Coco,” RJ said, glancing at Glo. “See if we can find a pattern. I find it hard to believe that an assassin is looking for a date.”

“Everybody needs a friend,” Knox said.

And it was so crazy coming from Knox, of all people, that Coco let out a laugh.

Then groaned. “Oh—”

“See, we shouldn’t be talking about this here. Now.” Wyatt leaned up. “Sorry. I’ll get them out of here.”

“No, it’s okay.” Coco looked at RJ. “I copied all the emails onto my personal online story before I put it on the jump drive.”

“Good. I’ll start digging into Kobie and Graham Plunkett. And, I’ll start looking for clues in the emails.”

A knock came at the door and a second later it opened.

“Mamichka!” Mikka barreled into the room, dressed in pajamas, dragging Gerri behind him.

He made for her bed, got a knee up, and just about landed on her before Wyatt caught him, his arm around his body.

“Hold up there, little man,” Wyatt said, grabbing his legs and pulling the boy to himself. “Your mama just had surgery.”

RJ translated for him as Wyatt set him down on the bed beside her.

Coco touched his face.

Mikka leaned forward to kiss her.

“Gently,” Wyatt said, then looked at RJ. “Tell him to be gentle.”

She did, then Mikka gave Coco a sweet peck on the cheek.

“You’ll have to learn to speak Russian, Wyatt,” RJ said.

“Da,” he said and winked.

And despite the ache in her stomach, the pain coursing down her arm, Coco’s entire body soared. Seeing Wyatt, his arms around his son, and Mikka’s face lit up, caught in that embrace. Yes, maybe he was right.

Everything would be okay.

“I thought I would find him in here.” Sarai came into the room. “So this is where the party is.”

“Hey, Sarai,” Coco said as the doctor came over to tousle Mikka’s hair.

Sarai looked at Coco. “You’re a little old for the Children’s Hospital, but you were an emergency, and I told them that Mikka was here, so they’re making an exception.”

“I’m sorry I ran out on you,” Wyatt said to Sarai. “I’m ready to take that blood test.”

“No need, actually.” Sarai smiled, her gaze tracking to Gerri. “Your mother is a perfect match.”

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