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| Harm�s hands moved up to her face, cupping her cheeks tenderly. �You are a beautiful, smart, sexy, strong, and successful woman who can give as good as you get and who hadn�t run scared after being in my work for almost two years. The moment I met you� okay, the moment I met you I thought you were a ghost or someone�s sick idea of a joke. But the moment I took your hand� it was like I knew every different between you and Diane, down to the last molecule. You challenge me constantly, keep me on my toes even when you�re comforting me. You�ve believed in me even when I�ve given you every reason not to. I respect you for all you�ve accomplished in your life. I trust you unconditionally. And I�m finally ready to admit that I love you with all my heart, Sarah.� Without hesitation Mac wrapped her arms around Harm�s neck and hugged him fiercely. She rested her ear on her arm and nuzzled her nose against Harm�s ear. �I love you so much, Harm. I thought you would never feel the same way about me� I never let myself hope�� �Shh, it�s okay, sweetheart,� Harm said soothingly, his hands, calloused from flying and working with his hands on projects like his apartment and Sarah, moved over her back in soft circles meant to calm and reassure. �This is going to change things,� she said sadly. �Work, especially.� Harm nodded. There was no denying that; no reason to even try. �One of us is going to have to leave JAG,� he said regretfully. �Me,� Mac said immediately. Her insistence shocked Harm. �You sound like you�re eager to get out.� Mac shook her head. �Not eager. Just logical. You�re practically ready to replace the Admiral when he retires. I�ve got too many black marks on my record�not to mention the facts that no Marine has ever been named JAG and that a woman has a snowball�s chance of getting that chair.� �You could make it, Mac.� �Maybe. But honestly� I don�t really want that. And I honestly don�t see myself as the JAG. I love the work, but I can�t stand the politics of the position,� Mac said tiredly. She was finally starting to fall asleep. �You�re good at that stuff. I have no patience for it. Smoke filled rooms and deals over drinks are not what I want my future to be made up of.� �If you were to leave, where would you go? You�re not thinking civilian law again, are you?� Harm asked. �Not civilian. I want to stay in the Corps. I�ll have to look into it, though.� �You know,� Harm said thoughtfully, �the Admiral might be able to pull some strings� neither one of us would have to leave if he works his magic for us.� Mac was already asleep and didn�t hear a word he said. |
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