"Don't even get me started," Aiken said, half-joking. "It's exhausting, and it's ruining my family dynamics."
Because of his transfer, his mother and sister hadn't spoken to him in half a month. Even his niece had called to angrily scold him for making her grandmother upset.
Aiken understood their concerns. They were worried about his safety. Being a violent crimes detective was a completely different beast compared to a beat cop.
But his hands were tied.
Bonnie could easily guess the problem. "They just care about you. That means you have to be extra careful out there. Whenever you're in the line of fire, remember the family waiting for you at home."
Aiken stared into her eyes. He desperately wanted to ask if 'family' could ever include her. He wanted her as his girlfriend, his future wife, the woman who would tell him to stay safe before every mission.
But looking into those clear, utterly honest eyes, the words died on his lips.
He didn't see the spark he was looking for.
Aiken lowered his gaze. "Since I moved to the detective squad, your case was transferred to a colleague. If they aren't making progress, let me know."
Bonnie paused for a moment before gently turning him down. "Focus on your new job. Patton is keeping a close eye on my case. It's fine."
Given Hannah's mental state, there wasn't much anyone could do anyway. She just had to wait it out.
Having Aiken worry about her case would only make her feel guilty.
Aiken caught the underlying message, a bitter taste lingering in his mouth. Bonnie pulled her scarf tighter against the chill. It wasn't the one he had gifted her.
Bonnie had plenty of scarves; none of them held singular importance. Aiken clearly realized that in love, opportunities vanished in the blink of an eye.
Hesitate for just a second, and the person you wanted was already gone.


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