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She tightened around him, her muscles pulling on him as if they wanted him to stay right where he was.
He knew the signs in his own body. The ache in his lower back, the way his pulse thundered in his neck, his heart pounding.
So damn close.
"Just," she gasped, and he swore he could hear her talking through clenched teeth, "a little... more."
He crowded in, bodily moving her closer to the wall as he urged them both toward the cliff.
He couldn't imagine how it could feel any better than that moment, but it just seemed to get better every second.
"I need this," he bit down on his tongue by accident and even that pain spurred him on, "I need you, Trace."
And that's when he felt it.
It felt like they'd both gone weightless for a moment. Hovering above the world. Joined in one perfect moment of peace.
Until they fell, plummeting to the earth with their hearts pounding to the same rhythm they were feeling together.
TRACY
She didn't know when or how it happened.
One moment she was lost in a wild and frantic passion that she'd never felt before and then she was in bed with Weston drawing her closer. She fell asleep as he draped the covers over them, her heart slowly coming back to earth while her head was still up in the clouds.
CHAPTER 12
WEST
It took them the better part of a week of training to get things running smoothly. The trick was taking a group of seasoned and talented officers who have individual talents and their individual rough patches and find a way to piece them together into a cohesive, well-oiled machine.
To anyone from the outside, it would seem like a piece of cake, but anyone who understood Murphy's law would know that a piece of cake is just an opportunity for all kinds of bad things to happen.
In his case it was a whole of stubbornness bumping heads over and over again and looking for a release valve.
He just didn't expect for it to find its release on their last day of training.
Weston's cell phone rang, and the ring was a generic one.
That's what pulled his attention.
He fished it out of his pocket and saw the ID.
CHIEF FAGAN
Weston answered the call and brought the phone to his ear. "Chief?"
The meeting room just outside of his open door went silent as the Chief began to speak.
"We have a situation. We got the location of a fugitive that we've been trying to track down. He's holed up in his ex-girlfriend's house. Is your team ready to go? I know they haven't had their official evaluation."
Weston was already out of his seat and moving into the next room.
The faces that were all turned toward him were watching him with intent.
In that moment, he saw what he'd been hoping for during their training.
A unity of purpose.
