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long drag of air. “You smell…Like home.” He traced the skin of my lower jaw. “You shouldn’t, but you do.”
    My knees were pudding under his weighted gaze. There were so many reasons why jumping on Babel couldn’t happen. Shouldn’t happen. First, he was much younger than me. Second, he was my best friend’s brother. And third, finding Chav was my number one priority, not finding a boyfriend. And in spite of those obstacles, I felt strongly attracted to him, desperately attracted to him. The kind of desperation that made me stupid and impulsive, and made me forget my best friend was probably in serious trouble.
    I had to stop whatever was going to happen. I had to stay on track with the reason I’d come early in the first place. “Does that happen a lot around here? People just up and disappearing?”
    Babel looked stricken. He stepped back. His kissable lips pressed into a thin line.
    â€œI’m sorry, Babel.” And I was sorry, for more reasons than just one. My brain said I’d done the right thing, while the more primal parts of me cussed like a sailor on shore leave.
    He narrowed his eyes at me. “What are you getting at?”
    â€œI don’t know.” Shrugging, I looked away from him to stare at the small window above the door. “What you said about Jo Jo’s mom, and…” I had no idea where I was going with this line of thought. So, I changed the subject. “I met Ruth Thompson today. She told me a little about Judah—”
    â€œShe should mind her own damn business.” His voice combined anger and hurt all rolled into one painful package.
    â€œShe didn’t say much. I swear.”
    He sniffed. “What did she say exactly?”
    â€œOnly that Judah had been a good man and a good friend. I got the impression that she missed him.”
    This seemed to surprise Babel. “I didn’t know they were close.”
    I didn’t tell him I’d seen Judah kiss her in a vision, and even without that vision, her voice had betrayed how much she’d felt for him. So instead, I said, “He was best friends with her son Tyler.”
    He grunted. “Hmm. Tyler’s always given me the impression he didn’t like Judah much.”
    Strange, but okay. At least Babel didn’t look angry with me anymore. “What do you think happened to your brother?” My voice held an edge. “And do you think it has anything to do with Chav?”
    I watched him tug his lower lip between his teeth. My body reacted to the gesture. It seemed to be reacting a lot around Babel. The impulse to take that lower lip between my own teeth ran through me like a double shot of espresso. I clenched my fists, digging my fingernails into my palms, trying to force out the feeling. I didn’t understand my reaction to him. Sure, he was yummy goodness in a hard-body package, but the lure was more primal.
    â€œI don’t know,” he finally said. “Neither Judah nor Chavvah would have disappeared without a word to anyone. It’s not in their natures. They are somewhere out there, maybe together, maybe not, but I have to hope. Right?”
    He referred to his brother in present tense. He believed Judah was alive, that both his siblings were in trouble, but not in a no-turning-back kind of way. I touched his hand, a gesture of compassion, and in that moment, I saw him sitting alone by a fire in a large living room. He looked much younger, less seasoned. He couldn’t have been much older than fourteen or fifteen in the vision.
    Judah walked up behind him. “Don’t be mad, bro.”
    Babel turned to him. “I just don’t understand why you want to leave.”
    â€œI can’t make it work out here. Not like Mom and Dad.” Judah ran his hand through his loose curls, tucking the white patch behind his ear. “I don’t want to integrate. I want to be what I am. What we are. Without