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She sits on a bench, and I sit next to her. “Sure.”

“What do you think of that book?”

She stares at me for a moment, probably trying to decipher which book I mean. But, it’s the only book I’ve seen her reading since we left LA.

“You meanThe Killer?”

“Yeah, you like it?”

She smiles. “Are you asking me if I like to read?”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I’m for real, do you like the book.” I run a hand through my hair. “I just never pictured you for a thriller crime reader.”

She smiles wide. “Well, it’s odd, but yes. I like it so far. It’s gotten so much notoriety that Lilah said I had to check it out. She read it first.”

“There’s so much evil in the world. I don’t know if I could ever read something like that.”

“There is a lot of crime, but like the author of this book...he committed a crime so bad that he was able to find forgiveness and come to peace with the tragedy.”

I hang my head low, resting my elbows on my knees. “Peace, huh?” Would I ever find peace?

“Yes, this man has completely turned his life around. Found Jesus, and all of that. He’ll never be released from prison, but he says prison is only temporary and he’ll live on forever.”

Would I ever be able to turn my life around?

A chill runs through my body. “And you believe that’s possible? For a man to find forgiveness and be able to repent for his sins?”

Monterey grabs both my hands, scooting closer to me. “I do believe it. I believe anyone can change.”

“Even if those crimes are worse than the crimes committed by the devil himself?”

Chapter24

Monterey

Chicago is one of the greatest cities in the world. But, even better than spending the day in this city that’s full of life, is spending it with Danger.

He’s been different. More relaxed. More like the type of man he wants to be.

It’s like the pulse of Chicago has revived him, making him more free.

I smile as the city lights dazzle against the setting sun. “We’ve walked and eaten everything we possibly can.”

Danger smiles, grabbing my hand in his. “Let’s get to the hotel room.” And then like a real fiance would do to a real fiancée, he kisses me. Lightly. Ever so gently.

And it sends chills racing through my body.

I can only imagine what the rest of the night has in store for us, but one thing’s for certain, I’m not afraid.

I welcome his touch. I want his hands on me.

After we check in, Danger opens the magnetic lock on the door, and then lifts me up to carry me bride-style across the threshold.

I laugh. “We’re not married. You don’t need to pick me up.”

He licks his lips, walking me inside, and kicking the door shut. “I most definitely need to pick you up.”

“Why?”

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