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continue walking to the next rescue center, ten miles away.
    “What are you going to do tonight?” she asked.
    He just shrugged, looking across the crowded area. He had close-cropped brown hair, thinning on top, and intelligent blue eyes. A square jaw, covered in stubble. It wasn’t the kind of face that women swooned over, but she liked his features. His disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes tugged at her heartstrings. She felt a stab of guilt for checking him out.
    He was here for Helena. Her best friend, Helena .
    “Have you heard anything?” she asked.
    “No. You?”
    Gwen shook her head. Her cell wasn’t working. “She might be on her way here.”
    “She might be.”
    By the way he avoided her gaze, Gwen assumed that he was planning to sneak past the barricade and go on a foolhardy rescue mission. He probably couldn’t be talked out of it. “Do you really think she’s in danger?”
    “I don’t know.”
    She waited for him to elaborate.
    “I have to do something.”
    “Why?”
    “I shouldn’t have left.”
    Gwen softened with sympathy. “You couldn’t have prevented the earthquake.”
    “Maybe not, but I can turn things around. I can make it right.”
    She gave him a doubtful look.
    His eyes narrowed. “What did she tell you?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Come on.”
    “I have to follow girl code. You should ask her how she feels, not me.”
    “Girl code,” he muttered, his mouth twisting. “Is she seeing someone else?”
    Gwen was shocked by the question. “Are you?”
    “Fuck no.”
    She believed him. “Helena’s not either.”
    He shook his head in frustration. “What should I do?”
    Gwen couldn’t offer any advice because there was no solution to this problem. Helena wouldn’t leave her job for Mitch. In Gwen’s opinion, Helena wasn’t in love with him anymore. She just couldn’t bring herself to admit it.
    “I might be able to move back,” he said.
    “Really?”
    “My boss is considering an expansion site in Southern California. I wasn’t going to tell Helena until I knew for sure.”
    This was his only hope for salvaging their relationship. Gwen finished her soda, contemplative.
    “You think it’s too late?”
    “I didn’t say that.”
    “Why did you ask if I was cheating?”
    “No reason.”
    “There’s a reason.”
    “It’s just that cheaters tend to suspect others of cheating,” she said, waving a hand. “They assume everyone does it.”
    “You mean Brian?”
    Her ex. Gwen was still bitter about him, and it had been three years since their breakup. “He used to accuse me, yeah.”
    “That guy was a fucking asshole.”
    “Yes.”
    “You should’ve let me beat him up.”
    “Probably,” she said with a tired smile. “I appreciated the offer.”
    “Anytime,” he replied, smiling back at her.
    The sight made her heart thump hard in her chest. She’d forgotten that he’d offered to knock Brian’s block off after Gwen caught him with another woman. Mitch wasn’t the brawling type, but he clearly had protective instincts. He looked like he could handle himself in a fight. Her gaze dropped from his boyish grin to his strong forearms. Nothing boyish about those. He’d rolled up the sleeves of his pale blue shirt, exposing sinewy muscles and thick wrists. Veins stood out on the backs of his hands.
    She glanced away, flushing. What was wrong with her? She had to get a grip and stop staring at him like this.
    “You should get some rest,” he said.
    “So should you. I’m not the one who’s been acting like He-Man all day.”
    He sputtered in surprise. “You asked me to help.”
    She realized that she sounded ridiculous. She’d practically called him a show-off. “Sorry. You did a good job.”
    “Too good?”
    Now he was teasing her. “Don’t get a fat head, Mitch.”
    His eyes darkened as if she’d said something suggestive. Then he rose from the aluminum bench, moistening his lips. “I have to go.”
    She didn’t argue, although she had a bad