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already danced on the edge of explosion. “Touch me. Catherine, God, touch me.”
    Still coming, Catherine skimmed her hand down Rebecca’s tensed abdomen and between her legs, closing unerringly around her clitoris. Beyond thought, she tugged at Rebecca with the same staccato rhythm that pulsed through her body, harder than she might have had she been aware of her actions.
    “Oh,” Rebecca shouted, shocked into orgasm. “Oh yeah…oh.”
    As they clung to one another in the final moments of release, their cries mingled and eventually dwindled to faint moans and soft whimpers. Rebecca carried Catherine with her down onto the bed, cradling her against her chest. Catherine groped for the sheet and pulled it over them.
    “I don’t know how you do that,” Catherine murmured, her voice thick with the vestiges of passion. “Know just what I need, just when I need it.”
    “Just lucky, I guess,” Rebecca said seriously. She stroked Catherine’s hair. “I feel so damn lucky to have you.”
    “What we have,” Catherine said. “It’s precious.”
    “I know.” Rebecca sighed. “I’m trying to deserve it. I know I probably don—”
    Catherine pressed her fingers to Rebecca’s mouth. “Shh. That’s not what I meant.” She pressed a kiss to the scar that marked Rebecca’s heart. “I want you more than anything else in my life—more than safety, more than certainty, more than promises. Just you, here with me like this, every night. When you can, give me that.”
    “I will,” Rebecca whispered. When I’m sure I won’t disappoint you, I will.

Chapter Seven

    Tuesday

    “Hey, it’s about time you showed up.” Jason greeted Mitchell with an affectionate smile and rolled an office chair in her direction. “Park it there, and let’s get to work.”
    Gingerly, Mitchell leaned her crutches against a bench, eased into the chair, and propelled herself across the hardwood floor with her good leg to Jason’s side. “Man, it feels good to get down here.”
    “How’d you escape?”
    “Sandy got in late. She’s still asleep. I think Michael’s napping too.”
    “Well, let’s just see how much we can get done before Sandy hauls your ass back upstairs.”
    “I’m a lot better,” Mitchell protested.
    “Don’t tell me—tell her. She’s the one riding herd on you.”
    Mitchell grinned. “Where’s everyone else?”
    “Rebecca called earlier. She and Watts have to be in court for some other case and will be by later. Sloan is at Police Plaza with the detectives she’s training for the new Electronic Surveillance Unit.” He shook his head. “They have no clue what they’re in for.”
    “You know, six weeks ago I would’ve done anything to get assigned to that unit.”
    “So what changed your mind?” Jason pushed a stack of computer printouts toward her. “I bet Rebecca could get you assigned if you wanted. It wouldn’t hurt for us to have another inside computer technician.”
    “Uh-uh. I’ve got other things to do now.” Mitchell shuffled the papers. “Are these the hits on the porn subscribers?”
    “Yep. We need to start putting names to accounts.” Jason brought up a spreadsheet on the monitor. “This is how I’ve broken down the data so far.”
    “Okay. Split it up and I’ll get going.”
    “So,” Jason said, transferring files, “you like the undercover thing, huh?”
    “Yeah,” Mitchell said absently as she scanned the figures scrolling on her screen.
    “And Mitch. You like Mitch too.”
    Slowly, Mitchell swiveled to face Jason. “You know I do.”
    “And you’re still okay with it?”
    If it had been anyone other than Jason, she might not have answered. But Jason was the one person, other than Sandy, whom she trusted to understand. “It feels good. Like, just another part of me.”
    Jason nodded, his eyes on her face. Waiting.
    “And, well, Sandy likes it too.”
    “That’s handy.”
    Mitchell grinned. “And I like that she likes it.”
    “Even better.” Jason