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That had been stupid. Ray knew it had been a risk, but he had wanted to give her at least one more letter. To let her know that he still cared for her. And wanted her. In spite of her relationship with Virat Patel.
He hadn’t exactly been a saint before he’d met her. He couldn’t expect her to be a virgin. Not at thirty. To even think that was stupid.
Maybe his aunt and uncle and Reggie were right. Maybe he did need to learn how to control his reactions to things.
No doubt Virat Patel would turn him in.
Ray would get his stuff and get out of there.
He didn’t want to go back to prison.
For a moment, he considered finding her and just taking her with him. They could leave. Go to Mexico or Canada. Start a new life.
But that was stupid.
Fin wouldn’t want to leave everything for him. The siren sounded. The tornado siren. Ray didn’t know what to do. He knew what the policy for the hospital was. But he didn’t give a shit.
He wouldn’t be working there anymore anyway. Hopefully, the storm would just blow the whole place down to the ground, with everybody in it.
Ray would just get in his truck and get out of there. He’d come back for Fin later.
It was better for them to spend a little time apart now than for him to go back to jail for punching Dr. Patel, even if the guy had deserved it.