CHAPTER ELEVEN-THIS IS OVER

Mory stretched out her neck as she walked down the hall to the office she shared with James. The familiar smell of good Cuban cigars wafted through the distal end of the hall. As she entered the doorway, James looked up from his papers and swatted the smoke away while putting out his cigar in the ashtray. "So, how was the first day?"

Sinking back into the soft tufted leather club chair across from him, Mory stretched her legs out in front of her. The old worn-in material felt like butter against her sore legs. Haldir had put her body to the test in the best kind of way over the two nights they spent together and there wasn’t an inch of her that wasn’t calling out for the comforting heat of his big, rugged hands. "Not too bad. Those kids have a lot to learn, but nothing me and the boys can't handle Chief."

Taking a bottle of whiskey from the drawer of his dark oak desk, James raised his eyebrows to Mory then took out two glasses.