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While Miranda ticked her way through the on-screen shutdown checklist, Mike moved into the back of the plane.
Jeremy and Holly were fast asleep in the back pair of the four facing seats, so far out that even the landing hadn’t fazed them.
Of course, the brunt of the Alaska investigation had landed on them and Miranda—though she, as usual, showed no hint of the long hours.
Holly looked atypically peaceful as she slept. Her straight fall of blonde hair comfortably tousled.
He leaned down and kissed her awake.
Pain sliced into his neck as she clamped his windpipe in a vise-strong grip.
He managed to squeak in alarm at being unable to breathe.
“s**t!” Holly let go and shoved him away to collapse into the opposite seat. “What the hell were you doing, Mike?”
“Kissing you awake.” His v
