Demise in Denim

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by Duffy Brown


  “Boone,” I said on a breath.

  “The note said Tucker,” Boone added. “So it wasn’t Tucker, and the only other person living here who would want us to get here is Steffy Lou. Once I had the name it all made sense. I figured it was just a matter of time before Deckard got that search warrant, and he saw the note, too.”

  “And you,” Ross said to Boone with a big grin on her face, “can go home.”

  Boone stood there for a second taking it all in. Then he smiled and took my hand, and we walked outside into the perfect spring night.

  “Now what do we do for fun?” I asked as we ambled along.

  Boone picked up a corner of his frayed hoodie, sniffed, and made a face. “For starters I need a shower, and the next thing I’m going to do is burn these jeans.”

  “Well, Mr. Walker Boone.” I took hold of his sweatshirt and gazed up into his oh-so-handsome face. “You just happen to own a really nice inn about two blocks away. Bet there’s a vacancy.” I kissed him, savoring the feel of his lips on mine. “I have to tell you, I could do with a vacancy right now, maybe longer than now? A week?”

  Boone kissed me this time, as my toes curled against my flip-flops, my heart dancing. “I want more.”

  “Okay, a month.” My mouth laughed against his. “It’s a really nice inn with a terrific view, wonderful breakfast, the valet’s a super guy. You’re going to like this inn, I promise.”

  “I want you.” Boone smoothed back my hair, starlight in his eyes. “I can’t imagine life without you. My life would be a bore without you in it. You’re the one, Reagan Lee Summerside, the only one, and I want us to be together forever. Marry me?”

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