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putting a dent in its expensive body gave me horror shivers. I wasn't used to having so much money that I didn't care about my nice things getting damaged, even superficially. It was a defect of mine that I liked to keep my nice things nice. I was almost OCD about it.
    Jus had brought a Flashionista backpack from work. He threw it over his shoulder and took my hand as we walked across the parking garage to the sky bridge in the early afternoon. On with the show! After less than two weeks, it was amazing how easily we fell into our public role of couple in love. How smoothly our hands interlocked now without fumbling. How well we fit together and walked in step.
    Jus beamed. He was so upbeat most of the time now it was hard not to smile with him. He amused me in so many ways. Like wanting to be graded on his lovemaking and calling me coach. He was insatiable and eager to please. It was adorable. Walking into the hospital, he had that same joyful look like after we made love. And an excited bounce in his step.
    During the drive over, he'd warned me how hard it was to see the sick and suffering children. He'd prepped me with stories that could break the most hardened heart. And yet he'd been genuinely eager to see the kids. He took a deep breath. "Ready?"
    He was so cute when he grinned like that, ready to save the world. Or at least as many sick children as he could.
    I smiled at him. "Lead the way."
    We met with the business development head, Brenda Cole. She was in charge of fundraising and charitable donations. And as far as I could tell, shepherding major donors around and treating them like VIPs. I put her at around forty. She was personable, in the way fundraisers are. A true politician. Pleasant. She and Jus seemed to know each other well.
    She gave us the tour of the facilities, though it was really for me. Jus knew his way around like an insider. She and Jus shared inside jokes and stories. It was apparent they were old friends. I hadn't been aware Jus had such a long history with the hospital. I mean, how long could it be? He was only twenty-one. But apparently he and Riggins had been donating to it from the very meager beginnings of Flash.
    Jus, as always, had a soft spot for children and underdogs. Especially children who were made fun of for being different. He stood up for anyone who was bullied. Which also explained why Jus and Flash supported the domestic violence shelters.
    Brenda made a show of pointing out equipment and treatments the money from Flashionista and Justin's personal accounts had made possible. I'd had no idea how generous Jus was. The money seemed to matter very little to him, except in what it could do for the children and their families.
    I thought, then, again, that I had "married" a good guy. Which was so counter to the guys I chose on my own.
    Brenda introduced me to a succession of doctors and nurses who threw out terms like cardiomyopathy—dilated, hypertrophic, and restrictive. As if I knew the difference. As if I knew what cardiomyopathy was, other than a guess it had to do with the heart. I lost track of names. The doctors became a blur of white coats and medical terms. But Jus seemed to keep the doctors and the medical terms straight. And even understand them.
    At the end of the tour, Brenda got me in touch with her highly capable staff and told me to contact them for whatever help I needed. They were at my disposal.
    Finally, she smiled at Jus. "I'm sure you're eager to see the kids." She paused and rested a hand gently in his arm. "Sophia's back."
    Jus muttered something beneath his breath about life not being fair and children with the biggest hearts having the worst ones. "How bad is it this time?"
    Brenda stared at him silently.
    "Yeah. Right. Privacy laws. You can't tell me." He looked through an open hospital room door, through an empty room, and out a window, trying to compose himself. "There's enough money in the benevolent fund to cover her treatment?"
    Brenda nodded. "Come