Claire laughed. The sound was like sunshine after rain. “I hate that call sign.”
“I know. That’s why I like it.”
“Fury,” she corrected. “Remember? You said you’d change it.”
“Let’s hope you never need a call sign with my team again.”
They stood there in the cemetery, tulips at Lily’s grave, the sun warming the air around them.
“I’m scared,” Claire said quietly. “Scared of being hurt again.”
“I know,” Garrett said. “I’m scared too. Scared I’ll screw this up. Scared I’ll lose you again.” He held out his hand. “But I think Doc is right. What we have is worth fighting for.”
Claire looked at his hand. At his face. At Lily’s grave.
She slid her hand into his. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s try. But Garrett?—“
“Yeah?”
“If you ever lie to me again, I will make you regret it. Professionally and personally.”
“Understood.”
“I’m not joking.”
“I know you’re not, and I believe you.”
Claire smiled. Small but real. “Good.”
They stood there, hands linked, at Lily’s grave. Not quite healed. But maybe on their way.
“Thank you,” Garrett said to the headstone. To Lily. To whoever might be listening. “For giving me this second chance. For—” His voice broke. “For everything.”
The wind rustled through the trees.
And Garrett could have sworn he heard Lily laughing.
EPILOGUE
Six Months Later
Montana
“Fury,I need your help on a case.”
Claire looked up from her desk at the Missoula FBI field office to see Garrett standing in her doorway. He was wearing tactical pants and a Shadow Point polo, looking every inch the commander.
Looking like home.
“Don’t call me that,” she said, fighting a smile.
“It suits you.”
“I’m Special Agent Dawson.”
Garrett stepped into her office and closed the door. “Special Agent Dawson, Shadow Point Security requests your consultation on a serial arson case. Three fires in the past month. All targeting women’s shelters.”
Claire’s professional interest sparked. “Missoula?”
