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“No,” Lena whispered, leaning in close enough that Cristina could smell mint and smoke. “It’s you.”

Lena laughed bitterly. “He does this every month.” Then she looked at Cristina—really looked. “You have nice hands.” EroticSpice 21 08 24 Cristina Miller Paramedic

Jake raised an eyebrow. “You okay, Miller? You’re flushed.” “No,” Lena whispered, leaning in close enough that

The radio crackled. “EroticSpice 21-08-24, what’s your status?” ” Lena whispered

Lena typed in her number. As Cristina walked back to the rig, she slipped the paper into her glove compartment—next to the spare pens and the photo of her late dog.