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climbed off me. As he walked out to the living room, he told me, "I need to call Mom to see about changing our dinner plans."
    "Tell her Saturday is fine," I yelled back to him.
    "We can stay in a fancy motel, where there's room service and television, hot showers and flushing toilets."
    He laughed again then told me from the next room to get my pretty ass out of bed and order some dinner because he was starving. I rolled my eyes. He was always starving because he exercised too damn much.
    "There's no home delivery in the wilderness!" I called out. "What will you do then?"

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    He laughed again, but then said, "Hi, Mom… no, no, I was laughing at Matt. He's just being funny."
    I was being funny?
    I walked into the kitchen and pouted at him on my way past. He chuckled at me as he talked to his mom, and I could tell from this side of the conversation, dinner was now on Friday night.
    Which meant I was going camping.
    Fuck.
    Looking through the take-out menus, I decided on Thai for dinner. As I ordered from my cell, Kira disconnected the call to his mom and stood behind me in the kitchen. He trailed his mouth down the back of my neck to my shoulder, with wet, open-mouthed kisses.
    With dinner ordered, I put my phone on the kitchen counter, but didn't turn around. Kira kept kissing all the skin his mouth could find. "This weekend will be fun. Just you and me," he said breathily, in between kisses. "A secluded cabin… log fire…"
    "Mm," I stretched my neck, giving him better access. "Now that kind of camping, I can do."
    He chuckled into my neck. "The big, brave Detective Matthew Elliott is afraid of the great outdoors?"

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    I turned to face him, and he was clearly amused.
    "Not afraid of," I clarified. "It's just out of my comfort zone."
    He raised one eyebrow. "And dealing with crazed drug dealers is in your comfort zone?"
    I nodded. "Yep."
    He shook his head at me. "You're crazy."
    "Must be if I'm considering going camping."
    He laughed. But then he frowned and walked into the living room, coming back with his keys. He unthreaded one key and held it in his hand. When he looked at me, he bit his lip.
    "This is a key to my apartment," he said with nervous smile. "You should have one. So, you know, you don't have to break in, if I'm not here."
    A key?
    A key to his apartment.
    Oh my God.
    I reached out slowly and took it. It was just a simple silver key, but what it meant wasn't simple at all. I looked up into his dark eyes and couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face. "I shouldn't really break in, you know, being a cop and all."
    He chuckled and breathed out a sigh of relief. Then he shook his head. "I still can't believe you did that."

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    I shrugged. "I needed to see you." Then it occurred to me, I really should return the favor. "I should get you a key to my place."
    He rolled his eyes. "I don't think I need one, considering I've only been there twice."
    "Oh."
    He lifted my chin. "But thank you for the offer."
    Then he kissed me, all languid and lovely, until there was a knock at the door telling us dinner had arrived.

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Chapter 10
    When I told the guys at work I was going camping, they laughed for a full ten minutes.
    Funny bastards.
    I waited until we were about to leave for the gym to tell them, so there was less interrogation time, and they laughed the entire way there. When we hit the treadmills, the comments started.
    I should have known better than to say anything at all.
    Kurt wagged his eyebrows. "Must be serious if she's getting him out of city limits."
    Tony snorted. "She's sunk her hooks in him already.
    Got him trained!"
    Mitch grinned at me and nodded in agreement. "Oh partner, she's done a number on you already."
    She. She. She.
    They wouldn't believe it when I told them it wasn't a ' she' at all.
    It wasn't lost on me, that I was now thinking when and not if I told