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“So much for the hot tub,” Jack says, pulling me close.
“The night is still young,” I say. “Let’s go catch a killer or two.”
“You’re right,” he says, landing a kiss to my lips. “We’ve got the rest of our lives to continue this party.”
“The rest of our lives?” I take a breath. “I like the sound of that.”
“That or forever,” he says, giving my ribs a tweak.
Our phones go off again, and this time we hit the ground running.
There’s a killer on the loose—forever will have to wait.