They took too much.
Left too little.
I had nothing to lose... until her.
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"You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war." —Albert Einstein
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MIKHA
I glance down at my phone, reading the latest text from Aiah.
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"Oh, heart emoji! Shit's getting real," Jhoanna says over my shoulder, earning an elbow to her gut.
Rolling my eyes as she grunts and coughs, I text her back.
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I've never wanted to date a profiler, simply because work and sex don't mix well together in my experience. Stacey, for example, is a thorn in my side since things ended years ago, and now she's under my command.
It's awkward. It's frustrating. And she uses our past against me every chance she gets.
Aiah, however, is the perfect woman. Someone who understands what I do without being right at my side while I'm doing it. It's literally the best of both worlds.
Which is why I'm still worried she's too good to be true.
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