"Alex?!" I gasped, a genuine smile breaking across my face."Why is it that every time I see you, you're in some kind of trouble?" he grinned.I couldn't help but laugh. "When did you get back to Chicago?""Last week," he said, helping me pick up my scattered groceries. "Seems like we're fated to meet."The little boy ran over, apologizing. I ruffled his hair. "It's okay, just be careful next time."Alex carried my bags. "I'll walk you home.""Thanks for saving me. Again," I smiled."So, how are you going to repay me this time?" he asked, still smiling, but his eyes held a serious glint. "An offer of marriage, perhaps?"I blushed. "I know a great Italian restaurant. My treat?"He nodded, his eyes warm.We talked for hours. About the border, about our lives. He was a great listener."So, how long are you in Chicago for?" I asked."I'm stationed here now," he said. "Head of regional security.""That's great. At least I'll have one friend in the city.""Just a friend?" he asked, looking i
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