Shane held his gaze briefly, then dunked his head under the water, flicking it back when he came back up to get his hair out of his eyes, spattering water on the tile. "I am," he said, watching traces of dried blood that had collected around the stitches dissolve and float away from his abdomen in faint pink trails. "I don't see a time coming when the damage outweighs the gain." He shrugged. "And if I did give up, what would I do then?" He knew what he was talking about, though he doubted Shiloh did. Unless Aaron had gone into his head and relayed everything to Shiloh, of course, which was always a possibility.
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