Page 104 of Don't Let Go

“Such as?” McQuade challenged.

“Well, where our home base is going to be for a start. I like the rig, but we need a bigger bed…”

Locke covered my hand with his and leaned back with a smile.

“I know what I want,” I continued. “So talk to me…let’s figure out how to make this work.”

Because we could.

It wouldn’t be a fairytale and it wouldn’t be magic. It was going to take work and probably some arguments. I flicked a look at the rearview mirror at McQuade’s stubborn face and then grinned.

A lot of arguments.

I really couldn’t wait.

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