Page 111 of That Last Secret

There’s no way he didn’t feel what I felt tonight.

It was more than just sex.

“I missed you too,” Logan says. “You told me earlier that you missed me. I just wanted you to know I missed you too.”

My hand finds the back of his neck, and my fingers tangle in his messy hair.

“Will you stay the night?” I ask.

He nods.

After my bath is over. I pull out an extra toothbrush I had in a drawer and give it to Logan. Then we both get ready for bed, and I hate my mind thinks about wanting to do this every day for the rest of our lives.

Once in bed, he wraps his arms, pulling me closer, and I fall asleep feeling like this is all I’ve ever wanted.

I fall asleep realizing we never actually ate dinner.

I fall asleep thinking about a future with him.

And for the first time in months, I sleep like a baby.

March

“Come in.”I hear from the other side of the door.

I take a long, deep breath before I find the courage to open the door, knowing the current chief of police is standing on the other side, and I don’t know what he’s calling me here for.

“Good morning, Bennett,” he says. “Have a seat. I know you’re just getting off shift and the last place you want to be is my office, so I’ll keep this short and sweet.”

He’s got that right.

I take a seat in the chair across from his desk. “What can I do for you, sir?”

“You can take this office from me and this job.” He laughs.

I laugh with him, knowing he’s joking, but then his face morphs into a serious expression. I haven’t even been captain long enough, so he can’t mean this right now.

“I know I just laughed, but I was being serious,” he says, taking a seat across from me. “I know I’ve left you hanging since January, and it’s now”—he flips through his desk calendar—“Lord, it’s already March. Anyway, I want to offer you the position of Chief of Police. It would be effective at the end of June.”

My eyes go wide. “You can’t be serious. Sir. I mean, you can’t be serious, sir.”

“None of that. I’ve known you since you were in diapers, Bennett.”

“I’d love to set up an interview date for it,” I tell him.

He shakes his head. “Unnecessary. You were our only candidate up to take my position. Either you’re the only one stupid enough to want this kind of work, or no one is reading their emails about deadlines. Either way, it’s yours if you want it.”

My brain swirls a mile a minute with this new information. I walked into his office, ready to go home and go to bed for the day, and now my heart’s racing, and adrenaline is pumping through my body.

I have worked so hard to achieve this position.

I never thought about how it would make me feel to actually get it.

“I see the wheels in your head spinning,” he jokes. “You don’t have to give me an answer right now, but I’d love to retire by the end of June. You know I’m not an emotional guy, and I don’t do the sappy shit, but Logan…”

My heart stops at his use of my first name.

Chief has known me my whole life, and he’s only ever addressed me by my last name. It makes this feel entirely too personal.

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