Chapter 9

I can’t ask you to do that, was what I actually wrote and a large part of me wanted him to insist.

Beckett: You didn’t ask. I offered.

Levi: Are you serious right now?

Beckett: I am.

Levi: Why would you offer something that valuable to me?

Beckett: Because you always help everyone else. It’s time someone has your back.

My hand flew to my mouth and I leaned forward until my forehead rested on the desk. My lower lip wobbled under my palm and I had to swallow repeatedly. That was probably the nicest thing someone had ever said to me. And it came from a fabulous person. It was too much. I had to breathe.

So I did. Deep breath in through the nose. Exhale through the mouth. I kept doing it until a sound from my computer alerted me to a new message. I looked up.

Beckett: Did I freak you out?

“No!” I started typing, my fingers flying over the keyboard.

Levi: I accept! If you’re really really really serious, I accept. I can’t thank you enough!