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His face still serious, he gazed down at her, his eyes full of more love than she’d ever expected to receive from anyone. “I do too.”
Looping her arms around his neck, she tugged him down toward her. “Then I proclaim us still married…forever.”
“Forever.” He said that as a vow before his lips met hers.
She kissed him for a long, sweet moment, her eyes closing, before pulling back. “You don’t have to come with us. I mean, it’sNebraska. If you have another job to do, I’ll totally understand if y—”
He cut her off with another kiss. “Where you go, I go.”
She smiled fondly at him. “Stalker.”
He grinned back. “You love your stalker.”
“I do.”
They were both still smiling when their lips met again.
Twenty
Felicity looked around with fondness at the little coffee shop. Even in the short time she’d been in Simpson, she’d gotten attached to this weird little town and its inhabitants, especially Lou and the coffee shop.
“You can’t go,” Lou moaned. The cappuccino machine groaned as if agreeing with her. “You brought the excitement back to town. Who’s going to stumble over bodies now?”
“I don’t know.” Felicity took a sip of her antioxidant smoothie. “I heard you’re pretty good at that.”
Lou huffed. “Did you hear that from a firefighter? Those gossipy hens.”
“Nope. Deputy Chris told me himself when we went to the sheriff’s department earlier to give our official written statements about last night.”
Lou tsked. “Deputy Chris? I thought he was more tight-lipped than that.”
“Can’t really blame him,” Felicity said. “Between themilitia’s shenanigans, Cobra’s remains, and Deputy Donk…ah, Litchfield being suspended while he’s being investigated for his Freedom Survivors connections, I don’t think Chris has slept more than an hour over the past three days, and most of the blame for that falls on us.” She circled her finger, indicating herself, Bennett, and Lou.
“Me?” Lou gasped, touching her chest in a very fine imitation of someone clutching their pearls. “I would never…”
“Never kick a headless dead body?” Felicity smoothly interjected before taking another sip of her drink.
Lou couldn’t maintain her offended expression any longer and looked sheepish. “Okay,” she admitted. “I did kick a headless dead body—once.”
“We’re even then. One dead body each.” Felicity held her drink up in a toast, felt weird about toasting the finding of dead bodies, and hurried to set her glass back down.
“Not really even,” Bennett muttered. When both women looked at him, he gave one of his half shrugs. “Felicity didn’t kick hers.”
Lou clutched her imaginary pearls again as Felicity choked back a laugh. It seemed even worse to laugh about dead bodies than it was to toast the finding of them.
“When are you coming back?” Lou asked. “It better be soon, because I’m counting on both your signatures on the petition to change the Freedom Survivors’ name.”
It was Felicity’s turn to wince. “Not sure how long there’s going to be a militia in Simpson,” she said honestly. “Their current leader is suspected of killing their previous leader, plus threeof their members are in jail for attempted murder and kidnapping, in Finn’s case. Oh, and what about Finn’s son? What was his name?” Felicity thought back to that first meeting of the firefighters, but all she could remember was his cranky expression. “The surly one. Is he involved in the militia too?”
“Kieran?” Lou held up her hands in a shrug, looking sad. “Who knows? All the firefighters loved his dad. Finn fooled everyone.” Letting out a breath, she smiled, although it looked a bit rough around the edges. “Back to you though. I need to know a return date.”
“Soon, I hope.” Felicity glanced at Bennett, finding him looking at her with that mix of love and wonder that never failed to turn her insides to mush. “Once we get things straightened out with my mom and the house, I want to come back to have a real honeymoon—without all the skulls and explosions and kidnapping and such.”
Bennett caught her hand under the counter and squeezed it.
Lou nodded solemnly. “I get how that could put a damper on your honeymoon.”
“How about a cabin in the woods this winter?” Felicity asked Bennett, getting excited about the idea. “Just you, me, a roaring fire, and a big bed.” Realizing that Lou was still part of the conversation, she looked at her, blushing. “Sorry. Overshare.”
