Worrying about me won't help you get your job done.Who says I'm worried?He stayed where he was; simply held out his hand.She crossed to him, took it, gripped hard. When I met you, she said carefully, I didn't want you in my life. You were one big complication. Every time I looked at you, or heard your voice, or so much as thought about you, the complication got bigger.And now?Now? You are my life. She gave his hand one last squeeze, then released. Okay, enough mushy stuff. Olympus.
by J.D. Robb
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In this excerpt, there is an exchange laden with emotional tension where one character acknowledges that worrying about someone else can distract from their responsibilities. This moment highlights the complexities of their relationship, with one character initially viewing the other as a troublesome complication. Yet, despite these feelings, their bond has deepened over time.

The second character reflects on how their perspective has shifted. What started as an unwanted entanglement has evolved into something vital and cherished. Their interaction underscores the transformative power of love and connection, revealing that complications can ultimately contribute to a profound sense of belonging. The passage concludes with a hint of lightness, suggesting a balance between vulnerability and the more serious aspects of their relationship.

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