She shrugged. “Well, I might have the duty of saving others, but you saved me. I bet that was a whole lot harder.” She grinned. “I know I’m not always easy to be around.”
Luther laughed. “You do keep things interesting.”
“I love you, Luther Cross.”
Finally, she’d said it. Or rather, blurted it out in a rush. But the impact was the same.
“Do you need to do any more writing?” He desperately needed her. Right now.
Gaby looked at him, knew his thoughts, and her features sharpened in awareness. Eyes glittering, she said, “You know, cop, I do believe the writing will wait.”
Luther scooped her up, more than ready for what the future would bring. With Gabrielle Cody, he could hardly wait.
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