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He grinned back. “Fuck me, legal eagle.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Twenty breathless minutes later, she toppled off her perch and nestled beside him.

“Been a while,” she said, nicking his chest with her nails.

“For you or me?”

“Both, I think.”

“Yeah.”

Speers closed her eyes, her hand gripping his, and fell asleep.

He lay there with her for about an hour before quietly disengaging and heading to his room.

Later, when four o’clock came and his phone alarm went off, Devine didn’t budge.

The rain was pouring outside and he heard a crack of thunder. A moment later the accompanying lightning brightened his room briefly.

No workout this morning. He needed to sleep anyway. But he stared at the ceiling.

And on its surface Devine saw the image of a dead Sara Ewes. And his heart felt like it was about to break.

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