Reuben Lane stood in a crisp, sharp police uniform that made him look even more handsome and dashing. Yet, upon closer inspection, heavy stubble shadowed his jaw, and bloodshot eyes betrayed sheer exhaustion."You were in a car crash? Why didn't you tell me?"He looked worried, but his tone was reproachful. Then he naturally crouched in front of Phoebe Graham, ready to help her put on her shoes.Phoebe instinctively flinched, dodging his touch.His hands met empty air. Frowning, Reuben looked up and met Phoebe's eyes, which were as calm as stagnant water."It wasn't a big deal. Your work comes first." Her tone was flat.She slipped on her shoes, stood straight, grabbed her discharge papers, and walked out.As Reuben watched her noticeably slimmer back, a sudden sense of unease gripped his heart.Somehow, Phoebe… felt entirely different.He followed her, watching as she handled the discharge paperwork alone, picked up her medicine at the pharmacy, and walked to the bus stop out
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