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He tugs my pants the rest of the way off my legs and busies himself with rubbing every part of me while I do my best to make us a meal worthy of a sandwich artist.

The task is infinitely more difficult – and enjoyable – with his hard body pressed against me, and his mouth on my neck, murmuring promises into my ear.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Wyatt: 1 Year Later

It’sourlastnightat home before we go on a week-long vacation to Cabo. It’s the perfect way to end Rebecca’s summer vacation before she starts teaching full-time in a grade three classroom this fall.

It’s her dream job, and I’m so proud of her.

We’re sitting on the patio drinking our after-dinner wine when she turns to smile at me, the sunset turning her hair into a golden halo.

“We should probably be double-checking our list,” she tells me.

“You’ve already checked it a thousand times, babe. There’s no way you forgot anything. Besides, all you need are bikinis. You’ll be spending most of your time half-naked and the rest completely naked.”

“That’s why I didn’t pack any clothes for you. Or your work phone. That can stay here, too.”

I chuckle. “And that’s perfectly fine with me.”

Grant worked his magic, and after a six-month suspension, I was allowed back on the force. Despite passing the detective exam, being the best candidate, and my work being critical to arresting both Wang Yong and Zhang Lei, my choices in Vegas cost me the promotion.

But at least Matt was fired – not even his dad could save him this time.

My situation with Rebecca reminds me of the story Grant told me about Keeley. I know he understands the choice I made, even if he did have to punish me for it.

It sucks to have lost the promotion this time around, especially to a douchebag like Brian, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I was a huge part in taking down the human trafficking ring, and Grant won’t forget it the next time a spot comes up.

He is far from a typical bureaucrat.

“I hate planes,” Rebecca reminds me. “I’m dreading that part of our adventure. And you jump out of them! You’re freaking nuts.”

We’re so different in some ways, but the beautiful part about being with Rebecca is that we never stifle each other. Our relationship has room for us to be both partners and individuals.

And my girl is right – I’ve become addicted to jumping out of planes at Wings Out, the place Grant’s wife owns.

“Nuts about you,” I say, with an eyebrow wiggle.

I was going to wait until we got to our suite, but there’s no way that I can.

“Hey, babe,” I start, “I was wondering something.”

“What’s up?” she asks.

I drop to a knee, and her eyes widen in surprise. I reach into my pocket, palming the small velvet box that I’ve been carrying around for the last couple of months, just in case a perfect opportunity presented itself.

And it just did.

We’re a low-key couple, and I can’t think of a better time to ask her.

“Are you… What… is happening?” she squeaks.

“This is kind of my moment, babe,” I tease.

She throws a hand over her mouth, and tears pour down her cheeks before I’ve even said anything. “If you dare to ask me about food or something ridiculous, I’m going to kill you.”

Her voice is muffled by her hand, and I can’t help but laugh, the anxiety that was clenching my gut easing.

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