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My lips twisted. “I still like hearing you say it.”

“Break it up, love birds time to celebrate,” Brock laughed. “This food is getting cold.”

I glanced over to see a buffet and tables set up. I hadn’t even noticed the food when I walked in.

“I could think of something else I would rather eat,” Wes grumbled under his breath.

“Later.” I winked before I turned toward my friends. “Let’s celebrate.”

Sage squealed, and Wes grabbed him from Brock’s arms and held my boy close. Wes looked over and mouthed I love you.

I couldn’t ask for anything else and couldn’t wait to see what our future brought.

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Mia - Six months later

“This is not going to work,” I growled at Brock. “He will want to step in. The man tried to help me when I had the perp on the ground.”

“I’m right here. No reason to throw insults.”

Yes, I was well aware the plastic surgeon who looked good enough I could get lost in was in the room.

“Nobody’s going to trust me, especially since I already took down three people linked to the club. It’s not like someone’s going to tell me.”

Brock sighed and ran his hand over his face. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am. Haven’t you learned I’m always right.”

Dr. Sexy leaned forward. “People mess up. We aren’t sure anyone is still tied to the threat, but we want to make sure we don’t have anyone else to worry about. Our club is full of politicians, actors and doctors. I don’t have trained mercenaries. Liam doesn’t count because that man is gone on his own mission all the time.”

“How am I supposed to scene and keep an eye around?”

“That’s where Rachelle and Wes come in. They are going to be frequenting the club with you. Already worked that out. Her parents are going to stick to Friday nights. You guys will go on Saturdays. Both of you won’t scene at the same time.”

I turned my eyes on the sexy doctor. “You need to keep a cool head and let me do my job. There are times I might need to talk back or do something because of what I see, but not let anyone in on what’s going on.”

“We can come up with a signal!” His lips twisted into a smile that made me want to melt. Fuck, I hadn’t felt that in years. Not since. Nope, I was not thinking about him.

“How about the middle finger,” I countered.

“Mia, you’ve been in the lifestyle long enough to know you can’t pull this shit. You two can spend a few nights together and figure it out. Maybe it’s best you stay at his house and get to know him. That way, you won’t mess up.”

“Perfect idea.” Paxton said.

“I can do my job, boss.”

Brock tilted his head to the side, “never doubted you. I also let you get away with more than anyone here. This time I’m ordering you to stay at his house.”

Boss was playing matchmaker. “I’m not sleeping with him.”

“Never said you had to. You can scene with clothes on taking the relationship slowly.”

“No way he wants that.”

Dr. Renolds sighed, “once again, I’m right here. Don’t think I don’t know what you are doing. I have a Psychologist as a best friend. He psychoanalyzes everything. He would say you are putting up walls between us because you’re scared.”

My hands clenched under the table. Scared wasn’t what I was worried about. Loss. Getting close to someone and having them ripped from my arms. To see the person I love die in front of me. All because of something I fucked up. “You’re wrong.”

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