She looked at them, each so perfect in their own ways, each oddly incomplete without the other. No person was an island. She’d lived like that for far too long, forgetting what it was to find the pieces that were missing, to be whole and complete.
“I could use a beer. I’m not going to try anything else. Your screwdrivers suck,” Caleb teased.
“My screwdriver is perfect. Holly say so.” Alexei slapped at his partner’s arm. The men stepped off the porch and started toward the truck.
“Holly lies because she wants to get some,” Caleb joked.
“I am okay with this. And I will to be giving her some,” Alexei said. “I think I will be giving her some on Zane’s desk. We will see how he likes it. The sheriff gives us permission.”
She laughed and hurried after them, pushing her way in between the men and grabbing their hands.
That was her place. Always between them.
THE END
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