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it.”
    “Wait!” Mitchell called as Sandy spun around and started from the room. She flung the covers off and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The pain hit instantly. “ Fuck. ”
    Inside a heartbeat, Sandy was back at her side. “ Idiot. You’re such a fucking idiot.” Gently, she helped Mitchell lift her legs back to the bed and lie down. “What are you trying to do? Break something open?”
    “You’re making me crazy,” Mitchell groaned. A wave of nausea followed the pain, and she closed her eyes, fighting the urge to vomit.
    You’re making me crazy.
    Sandy stared, Frye’s words echoing in her mind. If you want her to be safe, then don’t make her crazy. She has to go out the door every day knowing that you’ll be there when she comes back. If you can’t give her that, then let her go now.
    “Here,” Sandy said softly, offering the tea and the pain medication again. “You need this. Take it, Dell.”
    Weakly, Mitchell complied, then closed her eyes again. When she felt the gentle weight of Sandy’s body settle on the mattress next to her, she lifted her arm and made room for Sandy against her side. She leaned her cheek against her lover’s. “You mad?”
    “No. Just…” Sandy feathered a kiss over the edge of Mitchell’s jaw. “You gotta give me a little space, Dell. I’m not used to answering to anyone.”
    “I know. I’m sorry.”
    “Fuck,” Sandy muttered, inching closer. With a sigh, she nuzzled her face against Mitchell’s neck. “It’s okay. It’s even…sorta nice, when I think about it.”
    Mitchell stroked Sandy’s bare arm, then kissed her. “I’m not used to being with anyone either. I just love you so much… ”
    “Don’t start with that now,” Sandy warned, her voice husky. “I gotta go. I’m not fooling.”
    “Okay.”
    “I’m coming back, Dell. I promise. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Sandy smoothed her hand down the center of Mitchell’s chest and rose up enough to kiss her firmly on the mouth.
    Mitchell closed her fingers around the back of Sandy’s neck, holding her into the kiss long enough to taste her, deep inside. Then she let her go. “See you soon.”

    *

    Catherine awakened to the sound of quiet movement in the dark. Far from being frightening, the experience was becoming not only welcome, but soothing. It meant that Rebecca was home, safe. The clock by the bedside said 3:38. Not many months ago, Rebecca would have patrolled the streets until the sun came up.
    “You’re early,” Catherine murmured as she lifted the sheets and slid over to make room.
    Sighing, Rebecca settled next to her and drew her close. “Sorry. I tried to be quiet.”
    “You were, but you don’t need to be. I like to wake up when you come home.” Catherine curved her leg over Rebecca’s thighs, and the touch of her lover’s skin stirred her as always. “Is everything all right?”
    “Yeah.” Rebecca slid her hand under Catherine’s hair and alternated between stroking the back of her neck and weaving the thick, soft strands through her fingers. “I spent most of the last six hours watching George Beecher hit on women in fern bars.”
    Catherine laughed. “I don’t think they call them that anymore, darling.”
    “Well, whatever they call the places where swinging singles go to hook up, that’s where I was. Jesus, what a life.”
    “He’s still one of your two prime candidates as the Mob’s inside man in the department?” Even as she asked, Catherine shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m even saying this. It seems impossible.” Then she remembered the night that she’d raced from Sloan’s building to find Michael lying in the street unconscious and knew that it was all far too real. “God, an assistant district attorney.”
    “Better than a cop,” Rebecca pronounced.
    “Yes.”
    “I trust Sloan’s information. We have to run with the names she’s given us until we come up with something more solid.”
    “So you’re going