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“Incorrigible.” Rachel sighs and gives me another kiss before wiggling from my grasp. “Let’s eat. I’ve only got thirty minutes.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I protest, already missing her touch as I sit down across beside her.

“How was it, you know, driving to work?”

“It was better than I thought. I’m glad you and Nana didn’t let me sulk for too long and forced me to get back behind the wheel. Otherwise, today might have been even more nerve-wracking.”

“Good. I’m glad it went well.”

Reaching into the bag, I make quick work of dividing up the food. When I pull a container of fruit, mostly pineapple, from the bag, Rachel chokes back a laugh.

“Seriously, Logan?”

“What? Pineapple is good for you.” I smirk.

She playfully smacks my arm and shakes her head at me. “Am I missing something here? Ever since that night after dinner at Nana’s, when you took me back home...”

“And you put your hand down my pants?”

“Yeah, that. Ever since then, every time I see you, you’re armed with a container of pineapple.”

“Just saying.” I shrug. “You can’t deny the research. Facts. Clinically proven and everything.”

“Facts?”

“You’ve never heard of the pineapple theory?” I question. “It sweetens things up.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Whatever you say. I guess we’ll have to test this theory, eventually.”

Before we know it, our time is up. A half-hour flies by way too fast. I don’t think I’ll ever feel like I have enough time with my girl.

“I’ll see you this evening?” Rachel asks as I clean up our trash.

“You bet you will.” I brush my hands off before placing them on her cheeks as I lean in for a kiss.

“Your place or mine?” she asks once our lips part.

“Mine? I’ve got laundry to catch up on. Before drill this weekend.”

“Your place it is then. I’m off at four. I’ll swing by and pick up Piper and head over. I’ll make us dinner since you brought lunch.”

“Cookies for dessert?” I wiggle my brows, pulling another chuckle from Rachel’s soft lips. I would argue that she shouldn’t be hobbling around the kitchen on one foot, but we’ve had that argument enough for me to know better.

“It’s always cookies with you, isn’t it?” She smacks my ass and gives me a gentle shove back inside the building. “Go. Before you cause any more trouble, Officer.”

“Rachel,” I groan out a warning. It’s only hot when she calls me that. And now is not the time or place for me to get worked up over a single word.

“Toodles.” she waves and rushes out of sight before I have a chance to retaliate.

I hit the elevator down button and make my way to the lobby to claim my ID back and go home for a nap. The next few hours will likely drag on until she’s back in my arms.

TWENTY-FIVE

Rachel

Ican’t believe it’s been eight weeks since the car accident. I’m so glad that damn cast came off two weeks ago and that I can start with a little more hands-on work this coming week.

It feels good to have a solid routine again after spending most of the summer on the sidelines thanks to a damn broken ankle. It feels even better to have time to myself since Piper is back in preschool for the fall, though I think I’m most excited to have a few extra minutes with Logan this morning.

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