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“Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Thank you. I’m gonna need this information as soon as possible, please.”

“I’ll do my best.”

I can’t stop staring at Sarah—at the way she’s looking at Jonas. I’ve never seen anyone look at him like that. Shit, I’ve never seen anyone look atmelike that.

My eyes are burning. I’ve suddenly got a lump in my throat. Holy shit. What’s happening to me right now? I’m about to lose complete control. I swallow hard and steal a quick look at Kat. Her eyes are glistening and her face is red.

I cover my face with my hands again, too overwhelmed to look at her anymore. I can’t process this. It’s too much.

I honestly never thought Jonas would find a woman he’d tell about Mom and Dad and The Lunacy, too. And I certainly neverthought, if he did, that woman would nonetheless look at him like Sarah’s looking at Jonas right now. I swallow hard, forcing my emotions down again. I’m so happy for my brother right now, and so fucking relieved for myself, I feel like crying, which is a fucking crazy thought. Holy shit. Jonas is gonna be happy. Sarah loves him, warts and all. I swallow hard again. This is fucking incredible.

But wait.

My joy for my brother is suddenly derailed by an overwhelming sense of panic for myself.

Kat.

She knows too much.She knows things I never tell anyone—things I don’t want her to know. In the taxi after Reed’s party, Kat already told me she knows about my parents, thanks to Jonas telling Sarah. “It happened a long time ago,” I said breezily, dodging the subject like I always do. But now she knows I’m not quite as unscathed by everything as I let on—that my tattoos aren’t just quippy doodles on my skin or youthful, drunken attempts at being profound. Now she knows my skin is inked with my life’s greatest sorrow.

She knows.

And yet.

Kat gave me her “application” to “The Josh Faraday Club,” didn’t she—even though she knows I’m more scarred than I let on? She did it because she wants to see the scars, whatever they are.

“What’s the name of the school where Miss Westbrook worked in Seattle, Jonas?” Sarah asks Jonas. “That might be helpful for Eric to know for his search.”

There’s a beat. Jonas isn’t answering her. He looks like a deer in headlights.

Aw, Jonas.

“St. Francis Academy,” I say, answering for my brother.

Jonas flashes me a grateful smile and I grin at him. Some things will never change.

“Okay. I’ll do my best,” Eric says.

“Thank you,” Sarah says. She puts her arm around Jonas’ back and squeezes him tightly, and he leans into her, completely at ease in her tender embrace.

“Okay,” Agent Eric says. “I’ll go talk to my boss right now. I’llgive you guys a call later.” He nods at Kat, reassuring her in particular. “I promise I’ll give it my all.”

“I know you will, Eric,” Kat purrs. She shifts her eyes to me and leaves them there. Oh my God, she’s looking at me like she sees right through me—like my invisible shield has somehow vanished and I’m laid bare for her. “I have full faith in you,” Kat says.

Thirty-Three

Josh

“Henn, pass the ketchup,” I say, but I can barely concentrate on my burger.

Our meeting at the FBI was un-fucking-believable in countless ways, not the least of which is the fact that Kat’s application to The Josh Faraday Club is burning a hole in my proverbial pocket. And heart. And dick.

“You crushed it, Kat,” Jonas says. “You were amazing.”

“Absolutely,” Sarah agrees.

Henn passes the ketchup to me. “Who’s the fucking genius now?” he says. “Damn, girl.” He puts his fist up and she bumps it with hers, a huge smile on her gorgeous face.