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over as he barely hung on. A tear escaped her eyes and ran down her temple. It was more than he could take, and he joined her, shaking, wanting. Needing.
    He'd never needed anything in this life. He'd made sure of that. And here he was, covering the only woman he'd ever loved. Slowly, their breathing began its descent. Their bodies cooled to a reasonable temperature.
    How did he get here? When? Nickie Savage? He'd been a fool for so long.
    "We made it to the bed," he mumbled in her hair.
    Her shoulders shook slightly. "I noticed."
    Rolling to the side of her, he wrapped an arm behind her head. Her body was flushed from head to toe. He rested his splayed hand on her stomach. "I don't think this is the kind of rest the captain had in mind."
    "This is exactly the kind of rest I had in mind."
    It was mere seconds before she was sound asleep.
    * * *
    First, Nickie opened her eyes to the red numbers on her bedside table. Then, she found Duncan. He was fully dressed and working on his laptop at her bedroom desk. She let her head fall back onto the pillow and closed her eyes at the thought of how messy she'd left her townhouse. He was the cleanest person she knew and never said a word about her... housekeeping habits.
    "Good morning, Detective."
    "I'm going to miss my workout," she moaned.
    "You should beat yourself up over that," he said sarcastically.
    Point taken. The shower was blissful, the raspberry yogurt just what she needed. Duncan was packing his briefcase when she finally made it out of the bathroom. She was feeling sexy today. Saved a girl, took down a monster, a night with her lover. She wore her three-inch thin-heeled boots. She could still sprint a city block if need be. Snug pants, a powder blue blouse, and she was good to go.
    She checked the safety on her M&P .45ACP, and her phone rang. "Savage."
    As she listened to the person on the other end, her backside dropped to the bed. Her feet wouldn't move, her arms couldn't move. She sensed she was speaking, answering, but she couldn't hear her voice over the rush of air that sucked from her lungs. "Captain Nolan knows? Yes, sir. Of course. Right away."
    Duncan had moved and stood next to her, but at this point, she wasn't sure which way was up.
    As soon as she disconnected, she dropped her head between her legs. Breathe, Savage. Just breathe. A warm hand pressed on her back, keeping her head between her legs.
    When she felt relatively certain she wouldn't pass out, she lifted her head. Slowly.
    Deep, chocolate brown eyes met hers as she sat. He didn't ask. He didn't have to.
    "It's... it was the FBI. They found an abandoned home just outside of Vegas. The bodies of two girls, beds and... and cages. They want me to come out and assess the scene."
     
    The End

     
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    "This is our hotel." Those were the only four words Nickie had spoken since Duncan picked her up at Vegas Metro. He'd expected her to be shaken after the day she'd had. He didn't expect her to be shak ing .
    Heading for the elevator, he realized they were retiring to their room as the rest of the town was beginning their evenings.
    He heard them before the elevator arrived. Loud, drunk and male. The doors slid open to a small group of young men. They reeked of marijuana and alcohol. One did a double take at Nickie.
    "The cop stripper!" he slurred. "I got your card in here somewhere." He patted his pockets.
    Nickie wore what she usually did. Button-down blouse, this one raspberry-pink, and black slacks... both tighter than most wear. She was never afraid to use her sexuality when it suited her. Her black boots had heels. Her gun was secured on her belt, along with her badge and cuffs.
    Duncan saw it all through an angry haze of red.
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