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The next couple of weeks were the happiest of Lisa’s life. Every morning, Finn went to the base to take part in the training drills for the hotshot crew. When he came back, often with a big bouquet of flowers for her, she’d do another therapy session with him. She alternated between working on his scar tissue and massaging his sore muscles.
“This worked out pretty well for you, didn’t it?” she teased him as she worked salve into his scars. “A private masseuse available twenty-four seven. Now I know your true motives.”
“If you want to know my true motives, all you have to do is ask.” And he rolled her under him with a growl.
That was the other thing. s*x. All the time. Amazing s*x such as she’d never experienced before.
When they weren’t having s*x, they talked. About everything. Sh
