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His tawny eyes latch onto mine as pleasure wracks my body, and I give him the last piece of me. The last lingering piece of my heart I tried to keep out of fear that letting it go would change me somehow.

And it does. In new and wonderful ways. The weight of my past loosens and eases, not gone completely, because it doesn’t work that way. But I’m no longer carrying the weight alone. Fletcher is sharing the burden with me, just as I now share his.

His brow furrows at whatever he sees in my gaze, and then his cock twitches inside me. He comes with a roar, pumping his seed deep inside me.

With a groan, he shudders against me, and his hand loosens on my throat. We both collapse forward onto the rug, breathing heavily.

“I’ll never get enough of you, Grace,” he groans as he wraps me in his arms.

“Is it always like this?” I’m unsure what I’m asking even as I whisper the question. Do I mean the sex? Something more?

But Fletcher seems to know. “No, sweetheart. This is you and me.”

ChapterTwelve

Grace

When Fletcherand I return to work on Monday, Craig calls us into the office to inform us that the local authorities are helping Katie and Tasmin, and both are healthy. Giving birth to Tasmin seems to have been a wake-up call for Katie, who’s now pressed assault charges against her husband. She asked Craig to thank us for everything we did and for helping her and Tasmin get a fresh start.

I practically glow with the news. This is the best part of the job, knowing you’ve been instrumental in turning someone’s life around.

“One other thing,” Craig says before we can leave his office. We both turn to face him as he sits behind the desk, his arms crossed over his chest. “Let me preface my next words by saying I’m happy for you both. Had a feeling you two were gonna be good for each other, and I’m glad to see I was right.”

I open my mouth to refute Craig’s assumption and then snap it closed again. What’s the point? Fletch and Ilookguilty, like two naughty kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“But Daniel is returning to work next week, so Grace, you will be working with him, seeing as he was your original partner. Fletch, you’ll be working with Oliver, since his partner is now on maternity leave.”

I gape at Craig, unsure what to make of this sudden change. Despite our shaky start, Fletch and I have built a great rapport over the last few months, often anticipating each other’s thoughts and needs on call-outs. Being partnered with Daniel feels like starting all over again.

“Craig, I—”

“Fine,” Fletcher cuts across me, giving Craig a curt nod.

I turn to look at him in surprise. “Did you sayfine?”

“I’ll give you two a few minutes,” Craig says, standing and making a hasty retreat.

I turn on Fletcher the second Craig closes the door behind him. His easy acceptance of Craig’s orders has me angry and hurt. “What the hell, Fletch?You’remy partner! Why can’t Daniel work with Oliver? Don’t you want to work with me anymore?”

Tears spring to my eyes as all my deeply buried insecurities resurface. My mother didn’t want me. My father hated me. Is Fletcher rejecting me now, too?

Fletcher steps close and cups my face. “Of course I want to work with you, sweetheart. But that would be selfish of me. You’ll learn far more by working with different people, seeing how they do things, and being exposed to different personalities and situations. As much as I want to keep you with me, I also want you to be the best paramedic you can be, which means switching things up. It’s the only way we grow.”

Oh. That makes sense. “So you’re not rejecting me?”

Fletch closes his eyes briefly before pinning me with his gaze. “Fuck, no. Never.”

I release a shaky breath. “Okay. Meltdown over.”

His mouth quirks into the teasing smile I’m coming to know well. “But you should know, not everyone is as charming as me.”

I snort. “Ha ha. Now who’s the comedian?” I pause, my brow creasing with a frown. “But I hate we that won’t be working together. I know you’re right, but I don’t have to be happy about it.”

Fletcher smirks and leans in to nip my bottom lip. “I’ll be sure to make youveryhappy later, but in the meantime …”

I sigh and lean into him, opening my mouth to the thrust of his tongue. He pulls me to his hard body, and I go up on my tiptoes to loop my arms around his neck, losing myself in his touch and taste.

“Yep. Already feeling better,” I confirm breathlessly a few minutes later, my lips swollen from being thoroughly kissed.

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