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My cock feels bigger than it’s ever been, inside her, as every cell in my body is awake, and I explode more intensely than I ever have before. Her head rests on my shoulder as our chests heave. Neither of us moves for several moments, until I scrape a hand down my face, remembering something very important. “Shit.” I exhale.

Moira lifts her head, eyes heavy, looking as satiated as I think I do. “What’s wrong?”

As I inhale, my arms circle her body, and on exhale I kiss her on the mouth. “I didn’t use a condom.”

Her fingers comb through the hair at the sides of my head. “Not to worry, Declan. I’m on the pill.”

I nod slowly. “I imagine you would be, in your line of work.”

“And I’m clean. There has been no...activity...for me...in a long time, I’m afraid.”

I search her eyes, in awe. “How is that even possible? You’re so beautiful.”

She swallows. “I assume you’ve been with many women.”

“What makes you say that?”

She shakes her head. “Declan, God, you are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

“You can’t be serious.” I chuckle.

“Well, lad, I hate to tell you, but you are. You, Maverick, the whole lot of you...all of you belong on the cover of a goddamn magazine.” She scoffs softly, searching my eyes. “When you tumbled into the emergency room that day that I was treating Trudy, hell, I almost died.”

“You’re just paying me lip service, lass, because I told you you’re beautiful.”

Her face changes. Her gaze moves away from mine, like she’s had a thought, an unpleasant one. “I should go.”

She lifts off me, quickly picking her dress up off the concrete.

“Moira? What’s going on?” I hesitate. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough? Did the wall injure you, lass?” I ask, slipping my pants back on, leaving my briefs.

“No. No, it’s not that, Declan.” She says, and I believe her. “I just...I shouldn’t have done this. This was a mistake.” She leaves her bra, and she doesn’t even bother looking for her ruined panties. “I should never have come here.”

“I...I don’t understand, Moira.”

She inhales and then exhales. Her tone is argumentative, like I’m refuting what she’s about to say. “Declan, you and I...this can never be. Please take me back to the restaurant so I can get my car.”

“I will, lass, but...can you please tell me why?”

Raking a hand through her hair, she speaks in a growl as she fists a handful of it. “God, Declan! I can’t even begin to explain!”

“Okay, okay, just relax.”

“No! I can’t relax! This was stupid! So, so stupid! What was I thinking!” She starts to shout at herself.

“Moira! Calm down! So, we had sex! We’re human beings! We both wanted it and clearly, we both needed it! I don’t see the harm!”

“You’ll never understand, Declan! And I can’t even explain it to you!”

“What do you mean, Moira! What!” I shout, knowing full well that I know exactly what she’s thinking, but I can’t tell her. She’d never forgive me for invading her privacy like that.

“Oh, forget it, Declan! Just...get me out of here!” She almost shrieks.

That’s when my phone rings again. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I growl, picking it up off the concrete, glancing at the display. “What a fucking time, Maverick!” I shout as I answer the call.

And he says three words that I’ll never forget as long as I live.

He’s winded, like he’s been running a mile when he says. “Declan....Trudy’s been shot.”

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