It was closing in on eight that evening when someone buzzed the apartment. Maverick was in the middle of deciding what he really needed to take with him when they left town, and what he could discard without regretting it. Dirk, being a bit more practical, had decided all he wanted to leave Denver with was clothes and their tools. And a few books, he figured after looking at shelves in the living room. And the laptop, and…He laughed to himself as he went to find out who’d buzzed.
It was Fey, and the second Dirk opened the apartment door to let her in, she hugged him hard. “I love you, I love,” she exclaimed.
“Whoa, don’t let Jesse hear you say that,” Maverick said from the bedroom doorway.
“It’s okay,” Jesse told him, stepping into view behind Fey. “I know exactly how she feels.” He too
