“What about Stark and Fielding?” Blair asked, inclining her head toward the darkness behind them.
“Once we’re settled, I’ll tell them to take the rest of the night off.” Cam laughed. “I seem to recall that Renee Savard took a week’s vacation and just happened to decide to spend it in Paris. I doubt very much that Stark will complain about working a few hours less tonight.”
“You know,” Blair mused, linking her fingers once again with her lover. “There are some real advantages to your position, Commander.”
As they began to walk beneath the stars in the city made for lovers, Cam replied softly, “I love my work.”
Blair laughed, embracing the woman—and the love—that had taught her that freedom is a thing of the heart.
The End