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“I know.”

Silence fell, my lids were getting heavy, and my heart was full.

I was alive and Jameson was there.

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Jameson

“Last day.” Kennedy held up an empty pill bottle before she tossed it in the trash.

Jameson stared at her over the rim of his coffee mug and smiled.

He had a lot to smile about. After Kennedy had spent five days in the hospital treating aspiration pneumonia, a complication she’d developed, and two weeks more of oral antibiotics, she was finally on the mend. Yesterday’s chest x-ray showed her lungs were clear and no further treatment was necessary.

They’d gotten lucky. And Jameson knew it.

He’d refused to waste a second of their precious time on anger. Finally, he was taking a page out of Kennedy’s playbook and was concentrating on the here and now. The past had no place in his life. He wouldn’t dwell on the fear and terror he’d felt that day.

Kennedy was breathing, her heart was beating, and she was smiling.

Reggie was sitting his ass in a jail cell awaiting trial. Jonny had tracked down the woman in the pictures, who thankfully was not a minor, though she’d refused to press charges. Jonny had explained there were hundreds of pictures of her in compromising positions but she’d shrugged it off and said she didn’t care. The woman would never admit she’d been paid for her services, Reggie wasn’t talking, and the woman had no interest in involving herself in the case so Jonny’s hands were tied.

Not that the State’s Attorney needed more evidence or testimony against Reggie but due diligence necessitated Jonny tracking her down. That done the case was closed as far as Gemini Group was concerned.

Life was good.

“You ready to go pick up Killer?” Jameson asked and rinsed out his cup before putting it in the dishwasher.

“You mean Petal?”

“No. I mean Hercules.”

Kennedy pursed her lips, trying to hide her smile. She was enjoying their banter just as much as Jameson was.

“Just take me to get my puppy, would ya?”

Jameson waited for her to get close before he hooked her around the middle and pulled her into him.

“After you kiss me.”

With an exaggerated roll of her eyes she went to her toes and kissed him. Jameson, never being one to miss a golden opportunity, deepened the kiss and didn’t let up until she moaned into his mouth and his cock was throbbing.

Sweet torture.

* * *

“That’s a good boy,” Kennedy cooed at the puppy as he pissed in the grass across from the Gemini Group office. Jameson suspiciously eyed the green metal stand with a trash can attached that clearly ordered dog owners to pick up their animal’s shit.

Then he looked back at Kennedy and the twelve-week-old German Shepherd and hoped urinating was the extent of the puppy’s needs. Then he resigned himself to the fact he wouldn’t allow his woman to pick up dog shit, ever.

How had his life come to this?

“Ready?” Kennedy scooped up Tank and smiled at him with so much love and happiness, he’d remembered how.

And he’d never been more grateful.

The three of them made their way across the street and up the stairs. Kennedy hadn’t even gotten fully into the office before McKenna was rushing down the hallway.