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“No, it’s called Area Fifty-Two,” Zayn said. “The Crazy Train named it.”

He laughed.

Of course she did.

Honestly, that sounded exactly like something his friend would come up with on her own.

Elizabeth was entertaining—if nothing else.

When they parked, the doors opened, and people came down the stairs to help out. Dimitri, Heath, and Maura were there.

When she went to carry some of the loot, he stopped her.

“I have NOT lost my mind yet that I’m letting my pregnant wife carry something heavy while she’s already doing the heavy lifting of making a baby.”

She snorted.

Her husband was predictable.

“Okay, fine,” she said. “Can I kiss my husband at least?” she asked.

That he’d take.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her in. Then, he kissed her.

It wasn’t lost on some of the nuts they lived with and worked with, either.

“Awww, look at the little guy go,” Zayn said, only to have Maura hook her boot around the back of his knee and pull it out so he went down.

All while never breaking the kiss.

When Zayn went to his knee, he shook his head.

“He is little! I’m pointing out a fact! Why do you always get testy!”

Maura broke the kiss.

“Newsflash, Godzilla. We’re average size people. Five eight and five nine are not short. YOU’RE just abnormally large.”

He grinned.

“That’s what she said,” he joked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Maura just laughed.

This group…

When would she learn?

As they unloaded, Maura gave Remmy a tour. He was looking around and spooks were curious creatures.

ALWAYS.

“Here’s the armory,” she said, and when the door opened, he whistled.

“Nice.”

She shared what they’d found out.

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