Foreman's voice was as cold as ice. "Joshua is her bodyguard, Haynes. Protecting her is his job. It's what he's paid to do. She doesn't owe him some debt of gratitude. Keen's condition is critical—she shouldn't be wasting her time on an employee. Blood is thicker than water. Keen is her family. Shouldn't he be her priority? Joshua is nothing to her, just a stranger."
He glared at Haynes. "I thought you couldn't stand his two-faced act. When did you become so charitable?"
Haynes's gaze settled on him. "I checked his injuries. He's in bad shape. It's a toss-up whether he'll even make it. If he doesn't, this might be the last time Star ever sees him. If he dies saving her and Keen, and she isn't there, she'll carry that guilt for the rest of her life."
Haynes looked Foreman directly in the eye, his tone heavy with meaning. "Is that what you want to see, Foreman?"
Foreman fell silent.
Haynes didn't press the point. Instead, he gently took Keen from Foreman's arms. "Thank you for protecting him. Let's get going."
As their helicopter lifted into the air, Haynes asked quietly, "When did you fall in love with Star?"
Foreman knew his recent impulsiveness had likely betrayed him. The mask he wore so proudly had been cracked for Haynes to see. He dropped the pretense.
"Haynes, do you remember in high school when my stepmother poisoned me? My face broke out in rashes, and they sent me away to ‘recover'?"

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