Disclaimer: I don't own The Hardy Boys (Franklin W
Note: Originally posted under name happychica.
Lightening flashed through the room once more, throwing everything in it into sharp relief for just a moment. The walls, the furniture, the people. Closing her eyes, Cinnamon curled closer to her husband.
Husband. It still sent shivers up her spine, even just thinking the word. Looking up, Cinnamon felt a smile spread silently across her face. At that moment, Cinnamon thought she just might be the luckiest girl alive. Well, almost.
She had a job she loved, with people she loved even more. Jim, who was the closest thing to an older brother she'd ever get. Barney and Willie, who seemed to revert to childhood the moment a mission ended, but were tough as nails on the job. And Rollin, who'd been a great friend, a strict mentor, and the sweetest man she thought she'd ever meet. And when she'd thought it couldn't get better, it did. He liked her, had for years. Rollin Hand loved her. She had been too blessed.
Resting her head against his shoulder, Cinnamon gently pressed her lips to the bare skin, pale as milk in the moonlight. Her smile widened as she felt Rollin's arm tighten around her. There was only one thing wrong.
No one could know.
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A/N: Yay for C/R!!