Catherine slapped him, hard enough to hurt. "Don't you ever scare me like that again."
He couldn't help the smile that came across his face. "Yes ma'am."
Thirty Five
Epilogue
Catherine watched her husband as he got out of bed. She wanted him to come back. There was still time left in the morning, and Catherine wanted little more than to spend it wrapped up in his arms, their limbs entangled—but he was always working early, at the desk before the sun broke the horizon.
Glen pulled on his blue jeans and started working the buttons up, turned and saw Catherine looking at him. He smiled. "You checkin' me out?"
She raised her eyebrows. "No, sir. I wouldn't dare."
"That's what I thought." He pulled a shirt from the closet and put his arms through, one after the other. Catherine's looks hadn't changed one bit. Well, most of her. Her belly was just starting to show. Folks would be talking about that.
He would let them talk. There was no stopping it. They were going to talk no matter what happened. They would have talked if they hadn't gotten pregnant, too. Just a matter of time. They would move on to something else.
Glen couldn't help himself. He stepped back over to the bed, knelt on it and leaned in to give his wife a kiss. Three years now, and they were finally settled. Things felt normal. It took them long enough.
He went back over to the bureau and ran the belt through the loops of his jeans. Fitted the holster through.
"I love you," he said, turning to Catherine one last time before he left.
"I love you too, hon."
"I'll see you tonight."
"I know you will. Be safe."
"I always am."
He smiled at the routine as he made his way to the door. Finally feeling normal. He pulled on the leather coat, looked down at the table by the door. The pin was still there, right where he'd left it last night. He fitted it onto his chest.
Wouldn't be much of a Sheriff without it, after all.
Time Bomb ??
On The Run Romance
She was the only woman he ever really loved.
She's on the run from the FBI...
He has to help her escape...
She has amnesia...
Only he remembers their sordid past...
As long as he can keep her safe, he doesn't care what happens to him.
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Misty liked the feeling of pressing herself against him. She liked the way that he reacted to it. She liked the hard feeling of his muscles, under his shirt. She even liked the feeling of his stubble, scratching her cheek as she pressed a line of kisses across his throat.
The thought that it was the same path she might use to cut it, if there was need for violence, popped up and then faded into thankful forgetfulness.
Misty shifted her position to hold Grant tighter, his broad hips pressed between her thighs and reminding her in an instant that there was nothing else going wrong in their lives right now. She was good at forgetting. At least, she could try to forget. And that was all she needed.