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HAYES
“Thank you for the lift, Quincy.” I thumped our pilot on the back as we walked off the helipad back at Ford’s property that night. I had to admit, while the helicopter was a hefty expense for the company, to me, it was worth every f*****g penny.
It had been just over twenty-four hours since she’d flown me to Spokane to go after Megan. Everything had changed since then. Not just with Megan’s situation but with us. For the first time, I felt like she was actually with me. Not sharing a little fun in bed or only a piece of herself.
She’d held my hand on the flight home, sending me small smiles.
Now, she looked weary but more relaxed than I’d ever seen her. With all the details of her life, it all made sense. Her need to remain aloof, her job as a deputy, the fact that she was al
