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Chapter 750:
“Can you walk p>
“I can p>
He didn’t wait for the lie. He bent, slid one arm behind her knees and the other around her back, and lifted her.
“Easton p>
“Your ankle is swelling inside that bandage. You’re going to damage the ligament permanently if you keep weight on it.” He carried her toward the elevator, his stride steady, his breathing barely changing. “And before you argue, consider that I’m enjoying this. Let me have my moment p>
June pressed her face against his shoulder. She was too tired to fight. Too tired to maintain the walls that usually kept her separate, kept her safe.
The elevator rose in silence. When they reached his floor, he carried her into the apartment and set her down on the leather couch with a gentleness that made something ache in her chest.
“Ice,” he said. “And elevation. Stay here p>
𝗔𝖽𝗱іс𝗍i𝗏𝗲 n𝗈v𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗈ո
He disappeared into the bedroom. June heard drawers opening, the rustle of fabric. She leaned her head back against the cushions and stared at the ceiling.
The apartment was warm. Quiet. Safe.
It felt like a trap.
Easton returned with a fresh ice pack, a compression wrap, and a bottle of anti-inflammatory medication. He knelt on the rug in front of her, his suit jacket discarded, his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows.
He lifted her foot onto his thigh. His fingers were careful, probing the swelling with a doctor’s precision, though she knew he had no medical training—only what he had learned from watching her, from listening to her.
“This is going to hurt,” he said.
“I know p>
He began to unwrap the sodden bandage. The skin beneath was purple and angry, the ankle joint visibly distorted.
June did not look away. She watched his hands work, the concentration on his face, and felt something shift in her chest. Not warmth, exactly. Something more dangerous. Something like trust.
“Easton p>
He looked up.
“I want you to file the murder charges tomorrow. First thing. I want Richard arrested before he can run—before he can hide behind lawyers and shell companies and p>
“June.” He set down the bandage. His hands found hers, folding them together. “I’m already doing it. I called the firm while you were in the container. The criminal division is assembling the team now. I’ve spoken to a contact at the FBI. By this time tomorrow, Richard Beasley’s assets will be frozen. His passport will be flagged. He won’t be able to buy a cup of coffee without us knowing about it p>
She stared at him. “You did that? Already p>
“I told you.” He squeezed her hands. “I’m your weapon. You just have to point me p>
Her phone buzzed. The sound was jarring, wrong against the quiet of the apartment. She reached for it with her free hand and saw Kevin’s name on the screen, the subject line reading “Gen-2 Trial Data—Urgent Review Needed p>
She set the phone face-down on the cushion.
“I should p>
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