by Katie Knight
Exhaling slow, he leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Okay. Let me do a final perimeter check first.”
Her tense posture relaxed slightly and she looked up at him, her smile radiant. “Okay.”
While she headed for the bedroom, he headed outside.
When he returned, Jack saw the bedroom door open a crack, the light streaming out calling to him like a beacon. After a quick shower himself, he grabbed his Bluetooth headset in case his team tried to reach him, then he turned out the lights and padded into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Tomorrow, she’d enter witness protection. He’d never forget her, but he’d never hear from her again.
Tonight, though, she was his.
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