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Two days later, everyone in the Arctic Circle Murder Club was invited to Morgan’s house. She’d insisted on fixing them dinner as a way of saying thanks for everything they’d done to help her. Reeves and Yazzie had also been invited.

Reeves had passed on the invitation. She was going to stay home to recuperate after her leg break. Her mother had flown in from California to help her. Though recovery would take a while, overall she was doing well.

Logan was helping Morgan cook some fish and roasted potatoes and making a salad. The grand finale? Baked Alaska.

The two of them had nearly been inseparable since she’d been rescued. Or since she’d rescued him.

Since they rescued each other.

He was still amazed at how easily the two of them worked side by side. He supposed he’d always known they were a good team.

Even better now that they could put the past behind them.

They’d discovered that Zimmerman had several personality disorders Winters had been treating him for. Logan hadn’t seen that file because he hadn’t considered the idea that Zimmerman could be a patient.

When Dr. Winters had given them that clue about the pharmacist, Logan felt certain he’d done so as a way of directing them toward Zimmerman as a suspect.

He hadn’t been allowed to share too much information, especially without proof.

Zimmerman must have feared Winters would say too much, and that was just another reason he’d been killed.

They’d also discovered some hidden cameras in several places. Zimmerman must have kept them there to monitor things and make sure he stayed ahead of them. One of those cameras had been above Morgan’s front door. Another had been mounted near the rearview mirror in Logan’s car.

He must have overheard his phone conversations and known Logan was headed to Reeves’ house. He’d utilized the opportunity and had struck.

His parents had an old home just outside of town. That was where he’d been keeping Morgan.

“So what did Ashcroft say?” Morgan asked as she sliced some potatoes.

She was amazing. Despite her ordeal, she’d bounced back. He’d stayed at her house in her spare bedroom since Zimmerman’s arrest. She hadn’t asked him to, but he sensed she didn’t want to be alone. They’d spent every waking minute making up for lost time.

“Ashcroft was forced to thank me,” Logan told her. “I think it was painful for him and that someone higher upper made him do it.”

Morgan flashed a grin and kept chopping. “I love that.”

“Then I was offered a promotion.”

She paused and raised her eyebrows. “A promotion? Really?”

“Really.” He tore another piece of lettuce.

“Are you going to take it? Will it take you away from this area?”

He couldn’t be certain, but her thought he heard some worry in her voice. “It would take me to Anchorage.”

She went still. “Oh. I see. Well, it sounds like a great opportunity.”

“I said no.”

Her eyes widened as she observed him. “Why would you do that?”

He took the knife from her hands and placed it on the wooden cutting board. Then he turned her toward him and placed his hands at her waist. “I’ve wasted five years not telling you how I feel. There’s no way I’m going to leave now.”

“I don’t want you to miss the opportunity because of me?—”

“You’re the great opportunity—not to objectify you.”

She let out a laugh. “I know what you’re saying. And that’s sweet. If you’re sure.”

“I’m more than sure. Besides, who’s going to help the murder club if I’m not around.”

She smiled. “I like them, Logan. They’re good people.”

“I agree. They are. They’re the perfect combination that’s needed for the podcast.”

“Speaking of perfect, I think you’re pretty perfect too.” She smiled softly as she draped her arms around his shoulders.

Warmth spread through him. He leaned toward her, and their lips met.

But before their kiss could deepen, tires rumbled across gravel outside.

The murder club was here.

There would be more time for kissing later.

Right now, they had a dinner to enjoy. Friends to spend time with. And a future to embrace.