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“Don’t. She’s happy as hell that we’re together, and she’s only saying it to be supportive in her own way. Let her have her fun.”

Sloane eyed him, curious. “Doyou want to get married?”

“To you?”

Sloane scowled. “Yes, to me.”

“You know, in all the times I wondered what it would be like to be with you, I never actually thought about marriage.”

“Really?”

“That surprises you?”

Sloane shrugged. “You’re the romantic one, and hell, I’ve thought about it before, so I figured you had.”

Dean stopped, turning to face Sloane with a smirk. “Wait, me? I’m the romantic one, not you?”

“Yeah, so?” Sloane asked in bewilderment.

“You, the man who makes sure my coffee is brewed and set to go by the time I wake up?”

“You’re a zombie when you wake up.”

“Or when you ordered me some chocolate from Switzerland because I said it sounded delicious?”

“You like chocolate and were being stubborn about ordering some.”

“Remember when I sprained my wrist, and you came over and did my laundry and dishes when I was at the clinic?”

“It’s not like you could do it.”

Dean shook his head. “You’re a sap.”

“It’s practical?”

Dean leaned in, kissing the bottom of Sloane’s chin. “Sap.”

Sloane huffed before kissing the tip of Dean’s nose. “For you.”

If he hadn’t been a sap before, the pure joy in Dean’s sudden smile would have certainly made him one. God, the man was so beautiful it hurt Sloane in the best way possible. How he had somehow missed what was right there between them, he would never know.

Dean reached out, taking Sloane’s hand. “So, marriage, huh?”

Sloane grinned, following happily after Dean, casting his bittersweet thoughts aside. Their time together hadn’t been awaste in Sloane’s mind, only the precursor to something even greater. Now they were together, they had all the time in the world to discover what wonderful things awaited them.

And Sloane was going to love every second of it.

TRUST ME, I HATE YOU

Sometimes, love and hate are both born of the same fire…

My team is broken, shattered by the loss of one of our own.

And the man they’ve sent as a replacement, Aidan, is a cocky pain in my ass. Unfortunately, it looks like I’m stuck with him, and I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do about it.

I’m pretty sure the answer isn’t to shove him against a wall and kiss him senseless.

Except that’s exactly what I did. And before I can figure out what to do about that soul-quaking kiss, we’re thrown into the fray, where it’s my job to keep us safe. To get us all out alive...somehow.