“You worry too much. And you’re too serious.”

He looked up at her over the screen. “I thought you were tired.”

“Everything will work out. It always does.” It was her own personal mantra. And so far it’d always been right.

“Until it doesn’t.” He looked back down at his reader. “What would’ve happened today if I’d let them separate us?”

Dread began to fill her again just at the thought. “I don’t know.”

“But you know it wouldn’t have been good, right? That’s what that signal meant. So that’s what you had to be feeling at that time.”

She tried to keep her smile but it’d slipped to a weak shadow. “It doesn’t matter what I felt at the time. There was another path. We took it.”

“It matters to me, Rowe. What happens if we come to a place where there aren’t any other paths?”

She couldn’t fault him for this doubt. He was human. And he thought like a human. “There are always other paths. Millions and millions of them. They branch off in infinite directions.” That was the current theory as to why the Sub Type Five couldn’t remember the visions. There were simply too many to hold them all in their conscious minds at once. And as she thought back to her earlier vision she started to wonder if they’d been going about this all wrong. Maybe if she didn’t focus on holding all the paths she might be able to remember one or two. It’d be something to keep in mind. “When I sense danger, I switch courses.”

“You make it sound so easy. You talk of changing the fates as simply as other women change their shoes.”

She rose from her cot and took the four steps to his before sitting again. “I’m a Sub Type Five. That’s what we do. It’s what I was created to do.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“I think the better question is, are you?” It was beyond time for her to address the elephant in the room with them. “Would you have been happier with a human partner for this mission?”

He looked up at her with his brow furrowed. “Why would you even ask that?”

Fine. If he wanted to know she’d tell him. “Because the longer we work together, the more distance you put between us.”

“You noticed that, huh?”

Her heart dropped with the admission. Suspecting it was the truth and hearing it put into words were two different things. “I did. You won’t even grab a pizza with me anymore. You really don’t like working with me, do you?”

“No. It’s the opposite.” He reached up and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear before snatching his hand back. “You’ve always been honest with me. I owe you the same. I put distance between us because I like you. If anything, I enjoy spending time with you too much. Every second I’m around you I want to cross the line. So I put space between us. And when that’s no longer enough, I put more.”

She wanted to believe him. Everything in her wanted to cling to his words. But words weren’t enough. Not when they didn’t make sense. “You like me? Really? Because it doesn’t feel like it.”

“Then let me put the story straight.” He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. He pulled her toward him. She wondered if he was about to kiss her. But that couldn’t be right. Could it?