I don’t come undone.
nI manage. I plan. I keep moving.
nI’m a Black woman. That’s what we do.

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But when my car dies on a Canadian roadside on the way to a romance conference, panic hits before logic can catch up. I’m the one people call when things fall apart. I don’t know what to do when there’s no one to hand the problem to.

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Then Eli shows up.
nToo good to be true.
nBook-boyfriend good.

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Quiet. Observant. Built like he fixes problems with his hands instead of words. Skin so rich and carefully tended it makes a woman wonder what else he takes his time with.

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So when he offers me a deal I can’t refuse—one week with no armor, in exchange for my tech brain solving a problem he can’t muscle through—I do something I’ve spent years avoiding.

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I give in.
nI let go.

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But since Eli is the kind of man who doesn’t push. Doesn’t rush. He simply makes space and allows the quiet to invite you in. In that space, I remember what it feels like to stop bracing for impact.

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I agreed to release my cape for one week.
nI calculated the risk of staying.
nWhat I didn’t calculate or account for was the cost of leaving.

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Captured by the Canadians

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