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Pleasure built within her as Blake took his time paying homage to every inch of her body. Before long, Devon felt herself standing on the edge of a cliff.

A glorious, sensual, extraordinary ledge she couldn’t bring herself to back away from.

I’m ready to jump.

More than the physical, she was finally ready to allow herself to hope for more. But only with this man. Only Blake.

The man whose body had just pushed her off the passionate edge.

“Blake!” Devon cried out his name.

Blake’s muscular form stiffened. A deep, primal grunt escaped. Seconds later, he followed her over.

Moments later, as they settled together beneath the blankets, she realized she wasn’t thinking about the danger or worrying about what tomorrow would bring.

Devon’s thoughts were of Blake, and of how completely she loved him. She thought about the possibility of mornings spent waking up beside him and evenings filled with laughter.

She thought about an actual future.

Lying beside her, Blake brushed a sweet kiss against her uninjured temple. “Still okay?”

Devon smiled up at him. “Better than okay.”

He returned her smile, and she slipped her arms around him, drawing him into another long, tender kiss. Whatever happened tomorrow, she wasn’t going back to the life she’d been living before.

She was done hiding. Done allowing fear to dictate her choices. And if there was one thing she’d learned tonight, it was that being brave didn’t mean never feeling afraid.

Sometimes it meant reaching for the person you loved, even when your hands were shaking.

The danger wasn’t over. There were still people who wanted her dead, and tomorrow would probably bring with it another reason to worry.

But she wasn’t thinking about any of that now. The only thoughts filling Devon’s mind were of the man who was holding her close.

And as she drifted off to sleep, held close by the man she loved, Devon found herself looking forward to tomorrow.

The man stared at Victor from across his desk, struggling to contain his anger.

“Gallagher’s dead, the Brighton woman’s still breathing, and now the police have another connection to Meridian.” He shook his head. “Tell me you’ve managed to accomplish at least one job you’ve been tasked with.”

Victor kept his expression neutral. “The Mitchell situation has been resolved.”

“Resolved how?”

“He’s been taken care of. That’s all you need to know.”

Victor’s employer studied him a long moment. “You’re certain?”

“Positive.” He nodded. “Scott Mitchell won’t be causing any more problems.”

“And the information he was threatening to give the feds?”

“We found nothing to indicate he’d passed anything along.”

“Nothing?” His boss’s eyes narrowed. “Or nothing you’ve managed to uncover?”

Victor’s jaw tightened. “We’re still checking.”

“Then I suggest you check faster. And I want Devon Brighton handled once and for all.”