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“Becca! Is all okay now. Everything is good. Everybody here. You two together. Just where supposed to be.”

“Mrs. K’s been telling me how good you are for Ivan. For each other,” Dad admitted, setting out plates and then pausing awkwardly rather than asking Max to move the gun he’d set down in front of one of the seats. He held onto the rest of the stack and smiled a little grudgingly. “I guess I can see that. He’s needed someone to soften out those hard edges he’s had for as long as I’ve known him.”

The tension eased from my shoulders. Teasing was good. Teasing was really good. It was only a short stretch from that to the pair of them staying up late into the night jawing away, like they always used to. Only now, I’d definitely be kicking Dad out before it got too late, so I had at least a few hours with Ivan to myself.

“Hard edges?” Ivan crossed to the fridge and pulled out a handful of beer bottles that I knew Mrs. K kept in there entirely for him. He used the heel of his hand to shuck the caps against the edge of the table. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Beer in hand Maxim looked up and offered a toast. “Cheers.”

As though just realizing why Dad had stopped setting the table, he picked the gun up with a flash of a smile, holstering it again. “All happy family again now. Good man.”

“Maxim, have you been threatening my Dad again?”

“Threatening is a very loaded word, Becca. We were having some serious conversation, that’s all.”

I narrowed my eyes. I knew what serious meant. “How serious?”

“You worry too much. Ivan, have you told her she worries too much?”

Dad let out a laugh, and he took a swig of his own beer. “She likes to know what’s happening. Plans everything out. That’s my Becca.”

Ivan growled. “My Becca.”

I laughed, finally letting myself relax in the middle of the strange new family that had formed around me. “You’re both wrong. That’s me.”

That’s all this had been from the start. Getting with Ivan was the only plan I’d had besides becoming a doctor that had mattered to me for years.

Again, Ivan’s arm settled in around me, and I nestled in under his bulging bicep, curled in against the mound of his pec. There wasn’t anywhere in the world I felt safer, and after all this time, and all my plans, there was finally nothing standing in the way of us being together.

CHAPTER 46

Becca

We said goodbye to Dad the next day after we’d promised to come up and visit, and the rest of the week passed by in a blur.

Ivan had reports to file and Mama had statements to make. Ivan managed to keep me out of it, for the most part, except for a small statement about what Ruslan had said to me. Jerome and Katja came up with documentation of Grigori’s scheme, and Ivan worked late into the night to pull it all together.

The clinic closed for a few days while it was investigated, and the rest of my placement was cancelled, but it didn’t matter. Ivan and I had a few weeks planned together before I needed to start on my Med School applications, and we had lots of plans to think about the future and how our relationship was going to work, what was going to happen next.

More importantly, though. We finally had time all to ourselves.

Ivan had the patrol car for the weekend, and we were making the very best use of it that we could.

“Please, Detective Kovalenko. Let me show you how sorry I am for being such a bad girl.”

I loved playing cop with him, and I could tell from the nightstick testing the seam of his pants, that Ivan loved it too. He had right from the beginning.

“How are you going to do that?”

Without another word, I scrabbled to my knees, edging closer and I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the bulge at his crotch, relishing the catch of the metal cuffs against my wrists. “I could start like this.”

I bit my lip, already salivating at the thought of taking his beautiful cock in my mouth. As if it was the last time he let me be with him, and I never got to have the life with him that I wanted, then at least I could have this memory. The thought was ridiculous after all we’d shared, and I knew it, but sometimes it felt like all I needed was him to die happy. And I had that, so what more could I really expect?

My eyes went purposefully to his crotch again and then I looked up at him. “Anyone could walk by at any minute.”

I saw his jaw ripple as he clenched his teeth, and then the hand braced on the doorframe dropped to undo his fly. He was already half hard, and by the time he pulled his cock out for me, his engorged head was pushing past his foreskin.

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