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“I love you.”

“I love you, too,Krasotka. Let’s go help our newplemiannica.”

“Together.”

“Forever.”

EPILOGUE

DEMITRI

SIX MONTHS LATER

“Are we all set up?” I speak into the phone.

“Sure are,” the voice replies.

I hang up, stuffing the phone in my pocket, staring out the window in the kitchen, and wait for Mia to show herself.

“I’m ready,” she mumbles as she tumbles into the kitchen trying to get her shoes on.

“It’s too early for you, isn’t it?” I ask, trying to hide my grin. I hand her the cup of coffee I made, and she gulps it like her life depends on it.

“Wouldn’t have been if the hot man in my bed last night hadn’t demanded multiple rounds.”

“He’d apologize, but he’s really not that sorry.” When she’s close enough, I pull her into my arms. “How’s life treating you, Aunt Mia?”

She snorts into her cup. “This is fucked up, isn’t it? All of this?”

“I never saw it coming, that’s for sure.”

She looks at the clock on the microwave and grimaces. “Thought we were on a timetable today?”

“Yeah, we need to go.”

“Are you telling me where we’re going?”

“Nope, but you’re driving.”

We walk outside and, as expected, Mia turns to her car, but I move to the garage.

“Where are you going?” she asks, confusion covering her face.

“We’re taking the Shelby.”

“And I’m driving?” She raises her brow. It’s a fair question. I’ve been telling her for a year I had to work on it and she couldn’t drive it.

“You are.”

“But I don’t know where we’re going.”

“Diamond Cove.”

She stares at me, the wheels in her brain turning. “You’re doing it, aren’t you? You’re selling the Shelby?”

I nod, knowing this part of the day will upset her. “Sarge is going to meet us over there and bring us home.”

“Isn’t it out of his way?”

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