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The whole time we kiss, Molly wags her tail, thumping the nearby chair like our little celebration has its own rhythm.

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A Little Fateful (Shepherd)

Life is a messy damn blur and I’m loving every smear of it.

For the first time in forever, there’s a reason to leave work early.

Hannah has already had enough of my slacking and she teases me relentlessly, of course, but I make no apologies.

I’ve simply become the guy who leaves at five o’clock sharp unless he has a loaded gun pressed to his head.

Hell, I barely answer my phone anymore on weekends barring an emergency.

Mostly.

Monday to Friday, seven to five is my life in the tower, hashing out high-tech camera systems and adapting drones for peace.

The rest of my time, like my heart, belongs to Destiny Lancaster.

“What do you think?” she asks, blotting at the ice cream on her nose.

This weekend, we took a drive up to Anacortes and stopped off at a small-town ice cream parlor. It’s this old-timey place with hipster flavors like curried Elvis and midnight chocolate plum.

It’s enough to activate any dormant sweet tooth, though mine isn’t obsessed with the ice cream today.

I can’t keep my eyes off this woman to save my life.

She’s wearing hip-hugging jeans and a t-shirt that’s just tight enough for me to see the slight protrusion of her nipples.

Fuck, sometimes I have to pinch myselfhardto remember she’s mine. Then I wonder how I ever got so lucky.

“I think we should go back to the car,” I tell her matter-of-factly.

There’s probably a secluded parking lot somewhere, right? Behind a building will do just fine.

Or hell, we could just stay where we are, consequences be damned.

She raises a tanned arm, shielding her face from the autumn sun. “Why? It’s such a nice view.”

I grit my teeth.

There’s no argument there with sailboats and green islands and fifteen shades of blue between the sky and the placid waters below.

Still.

I can’t just pin her to the wall of the busy grocery store or the burger joint next door, although it’s mighty tempting. There's a lot of elderly folks milling around the narrow streets, and I won’t be liable for triggering any heart attacks.

I bend down, pressing my mouth to her ear. “Because if we don’t go back to the car right now, I’m going to fuck you right here in broad daylight.”

Her eyes pop.

I fucking love the fact that I can still make them do that.

It’s like I can see the desire flaring in her veins when she smiles. It kicks my own heart and spikes my adrenaline to eleven.

Since getting together, I can’t keep track of the number of times we have sex during any given week.

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