Castle bumps his knuckles under the edge of the blanket and pulls her backward against his chest. "Me too," he admits. Although right now he's not thinking about the case at all. He pulls the blanket across her hip.
"You think she was wrong to send you home?" He doesn't have to ask. He knows what she thinks, especially if the gruesome coffee table spread is anything to go by.
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"You think she was wrong to send you home?" He doesn't have to ask. He knows what she thinks, especially if the gruesome coffee table spread is anything to go by.