Page 78 of Deadly Hope

“Good thing we’re both healers in our own way.” His hand found hers, fingers intertwining. “You with your gift for seeing past people’s defenses. Me with whatever God’s given me to help others fight their battles. Different callings, same mission.”

“Partnership,” she whispered, understanding blooming. This wasn’t about giving up who they were. It was about becoming more, together.

“Takes a lot of faith,” he said, thumb tracing patterns on her palm. “Stepping into something new. Something real.”

“Faith and courage.” She stepped closer, letting down the last of her professional armor. “Tank would approve.”

His free hand came up to cup her cheek. “Tank would say we’ve been idiots for waiting this long.”

“He’d be right.” She leaned into his touch, feeling the tremors in his hand, knowing he was as nervous as she was. Both of them choosing to be vulnerable.

Both of them choosing to be brave.

“So, Dr. Kane ...” His eyes crinkled at the corners. “What’s your professional opinion on workplace romance?”

She laughed, joy bubbling up bright and unexpected. “I think ...” She rose on her toes, bringing their faces level. “I think some risks are worth taking.”

“Yes!” He breathed, and kissed her.

The coffee grinder sat forgotten on the counter, no longer a symbol of trauma but a reminder of beginnings. Of two broken people choosing to be brave. Choosing to heal.

Choosing each other.

And in the quiet of Knight Tactical’s kitchen, where everything started, something new began.