Hotch looked over at her after a few miles of the chill of being watched. “What?”
“Nothing.” Emily replied softly, leaning her head back against the headrest.
Hotch shook his head, sighing. “I’m not going to break, Prentiss.”
“Oh, I know, Hotch. That’s not what I was thinking.” She smiled to herself at the secret thoughts scurrying
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