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She just didn’t know what.

But she’d find out.

She’d bet her Pulitzer on it.

* * * L I T T L E M O O N * * *

Claire And Beck’s

Home

Just Waking Up

Because they’d had a rough night, they opted to sleep in. Their daughter was a sleeper, and it was a good thing, too.

They’d slept like the dead.

For the first time in their time together, Beckett came home from the office, showered, and then proceeded to touch EVERYTHING.

The mailbox.

The mail.

The milk carton.

A random bottle cap.

And nothing.

He wasn’t pulled into the static, and he wasn’t given horrible visions of shit that went down.

It was official.

His gift was most definitely gone.

In fact, he’d slept without his gloves on, and now, Claire could feel his chilly fingers on her thigh.

“I see you’re awake,” she stated.

He laughed.

“What gave it away? The no-leather barrier that’s missing?” he asked.

She laughed and rolled over to face her husband.

“Maybe.”

Beckett was watching her, and she was curious as to what he was thinking about. Then again, she was pretty sure she knew.

“You’re glad it’s gone, aren’t you?” she asked.

What gave it away?

The smile.

“Maybe,” he said.

Claire touched his cheek, and he leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met, and there was a tangle of tongues.