It was a little crazy, getting into her police car, and having Wyatt get upfront next to her, like he was just some passenger, some citizen needing a ride somewhere. Nothing, really, had changed from just an hour before on the way home from Boise, but the simple act of having him climb in upfront, with no handcuffs on…

Everything had changed.

She scrambled for something to say as they pulled out of the parking lot, Maggie’s panting breath the only sound in the winter night. “Have you thought about what you want to do for your community service?” she asked, heading out towards Wyatt’s place. Her childhood home. She hadn’t been out there since her father had lost it to the bank, and a small part of her wondered how she’d handle the memories sure to come...

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