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couldn’t quite see over Nina’s tall frame.
    “Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you two? There are goddamn people in here with mental-health related issues. Like me . And I’m telling you, I’m fragile, bitches. Fragile with a capital edgy. You do not—I repeat— do not want to set me off. I’m like a GD volcano just waitin’ to blow. So shut the fuck up and take it the hell outside!”
    Galen was the first to respond, his handsome, pale face and strong body tight with tension. “My apologies, Dr. Malone. We didn’t mean to disturb you with your patient,” he offered in a curt tone before his beautiful eyes the color of green marbles moved from January’s face and focused on the far wall to avoid even merely glimpsing at her.
    “Indeed. Our apologies, Doctor ,” the man Nina blocked from view reiterated.
    “Who the fuck are you, in here harassing doctors? Jesus, can’t anyone get some friggin’ respect these days? Bet you eat corn chips in the library, too. What’s wrong with you?” Nina demanded of the man, leaning down to peer into his face.
    But January grabbed her arm from behind, fighting a cringe. She knew that voice. She knew it well. “It’s okay, Nina. Come on, let’s go make an appointment with Elsa for tomorrow and let these two hash out whatever the problem is on their own.”
    But the man raised his slender hand, reaching up to plant it on Galen’s shoulder, giving him a hard pat. Then he smiled, working hard to ooze charm from every slimy pore on his scrawny body. “It’s fine, Dr. Malone. We were just grousing about baseball, if you can believe it, weren’t we, Galen? We got a little heated, as men are wont to do when they challenge one another in the sports arena. Nothing to worry about. Right, Galen?”
    “Right,” Galen responded, the tic in his jaw pulsing like mad—meaning everything was not all right.
    Stepping between the women, he glanced up at Nina and smiled pleasantly, his long, thin face pale, as opposed to his lips, which were a deep ruby red. “Again, so sorry, Miss…?” He looked up at her hopefully, his deep-set dark eyes searching hers while knowing full well who she was.
    “Nina Blackman-Statleon. Besides loud and rude as fuck , who are you?”
    January gulped and inhaled with as little sound as possible.
    He beamed at Nina, slicking back his glossy, raven-colored hair before he extended his hand to her. “I’m Artem Casteel. Undoubtedly, the pleasure is all mine. All mine .”

Chapter 6
    “ I should have ripped his throat out then and there. You know what it was like to stand there and look that motherfucker in the face, knowing the whole time he wants my ass in a wooden sardine can? Why the fuck did you let me walk into that shit blind, Doc?” Nina crabbed at January as they all sat around a table in the basement office of OOPS.
    There was an enormous poster of Mulder and Scully on the wall with the words “I Believe” scrawled across it, hanging just above Nina’s head. The phones they had set up on each of their desks to take calls sat in silence, much as they all had since they’d arranged to meet on this balmy July night.
    “It’s not like you gave her a chance, Nina,” Marty pointed out, reapplying her pink lip gloss for the third time since they’d arrived. “This is exactly why we ask you to slow down. It isn’t because we like being nags, Acts-Like-Thug. It’s because sometimes you open that big gaping hole on your face and cause more trouble than we need before you even know what the heck is going on.”
    “It’s okay, Marty. She was just doing what she does best. Protecting everyone,” January defended, oddly warmed by Nina taking Galen under her wing—even if her wing was very mortal and easily clipped. “Yes, she was brash and loud, but Artem has no idea she even knows what’s going on or who he is. So it all worked out.”
    Nina sighed, reaching into her hoodie for a Twizzlers with an expression that said, see? “What the