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Held in the wonderful embrace of Finn’s arms, tight against his hard chest, Lisa’s frustration drained away. She almost forgot what she was mad about.
Almost.
“This is the worst job ever,” she mumbled against his collarbone.
He laughed, his chest vibrating under her cheek. Her eyes closed from the sheer bliss of being with him again. “As far as I’m concerned, this is working out great. You’re safe and sound, and I get to see you the second I get out of the crew buggy.”
She pulled away and looked over his shoulder at the boxy green vehicle parked next to the hotshots’ domain. The side doors were wide open and the other hotshots were unloading gear. They were deliberately focusing their attention on their task rather than on Finn and Lisa.
“Shouldn’t you be helping them?”
“Nah, the
