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“Last night with us.”

“Yes. I’m going to miss everyone. Morgan helped me land an interview at a club just off campus.”

“Let us know, and if you want work next summer, you’ve got a place here. I need Morgan for a couple minutes. Can you take over?”

“Sure. I had really good training.”

Morgan kept the thoughts bubbling in her head as she walked outside with him.

“I thought you’d left for the day. Is it—”

“Nothing to worry about, and I’m on my way out. The feds are on their way—or will be shortly.”

“Here. Why?”

He steered her toward the paths winding through the gardens.

The nights had cooled, and the first touches of color tinted the hills.

“Apparently, they want to assess your security. Jake—they contacted him, he contacted me—thinks they want to get a gauge on you as much as that.”

“Okay, that’s good. That’s actually good. I’d like to see them in person. I can get my own gauge.”

“Jake wants them to assign an agent to Westridge, and I’ll add my weight to that.”

“Miles, he could decide to come here tomorrow. Or six months from now. How long am I going to be guarded and watched over?”

“As long as it takes. You live your life, Morgan. That’s what you’ve done, what you’re doing, and it doesn’t change. He’s not going to change that. But when and if he comes here, we’re going to have every available resource. And I’m going to talk to your ladies tomorrow.”

“About what?”

“About me staying a couple nights a week. You’re with me three nights, I’m with you two or three nights. It’s a nice balance. We can argue about it later—you’re on the clock—but it’s happening.”

“This is the second time tonight somebody just rolled over me. I don’t like it.”

“Can’t blame you, but it’s still happening. You can see the first hints of color in the trees.” He looked out and away to the rise of hillsand peaks. “Time passes, seasons change. What doesn’t change and won’t? You belong to me now.”

“Oh, wait just a—”

“We belong to each other. We’re people who take care of what’s ours, aren’t we?”

“I don’t see that as as smooth a save as you think it is.”

“Maybe not, but… it’s still truth. I have to go feed the dog. You’ll text me when you get home.”

“As soon as I wave goodbye to Deputy Howe and close the front door behind me.”

“Lock it behind you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. The next thing you’ll want a code or some sort of safe word.”

“We’ll talk about where my mind went on ‘safe word,’ but it’s not a bad idea.” Frowning now, he thought it through. “The opposite of a safe word’s not a bad idea.”

“Great. If I’m in a struggle with Rozwell, who’d have managed to get past Deputy Howe, through the alarm system, and into the house, I’ll just say hold on while I text Miles our unsafe word. Pineapple.”

“Pineapple’s stupid.” He gave her an absent kiss on the forehead as he considered it.

“Oh,pineapple’sstupid?”

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