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El brought my hand to her lips. “I’m certain we would’ve found our way back to one another, no matter how. We’re meant to be, Levi. I know you feel it the same way I do.”

“Deep in my soul.”

“Agarve is calling me.” She winked.

Angel and Crash were scheduled to be in the cockpit, and when we arrived at the airfield, I asked El if she wanted to tell her friend that we were married, but she didn’t. “Let’s keep it just between you and me a little while longer.”

I loved the idea and said so. There was something about keeping it a secret that excited me.

“Perhaps we should consummate our marriage while in flight.”

Her smile was mischievous. “Do you think three hours will give us enough time?”

“If not, we have days upon days to make up for it.”

“Levi? I’ve been meaning to ask about your apartment,” she said a few minutes later while we waited for the aircraft to reach cruising altitude before getting up from our seats.

“I should probably think about selling it.”

“I’ve never seen it.”

My eyes opened wide. It hadn’t occurred to me, given I liked her place so much more. “Would you like to?”

Her mischievousness was back. “I’d at least like to see where you hung our artwork.”

We had ten glorious days spent making love, eating, making love again, and talking late into the night.

On New Year’s Day, I received confirmation from Z that Nemesis was, in fact, ready to deploy Brando Ripa’s mission as scheduled, which meant in the next few days.

“I’d hoped you’d be able to sway her against it,” I muttered.

Z chuckled. “Not even the tiniest bit.”

El knew we might have to leave tomorrow, but I apologized anyway. She smiled and told me she’d be happy to get back to her studio anyway.

“I’m feeling particularly creative these days,” she said, wriggling her eyebrows.

I pulled her body flush with mine so she could feel how her simple words had turned my cock hard as steel.

Again, we made good use of the stateroom on our return trip to England.

32

TYPHON

The following morning, El and I were in London, where I was waiting for confirmation that Brand’s flight had landed. When I received it, I rang him.

“I’m planning my arrival so I get to Shere thirty minutes after you do. Get your meetings with Nemesis out of the way. Once you have, I’ll brief you, Tank, and Blackjack on what is going to happen instead.”

“Roger that, sir,” he responded.

I smiled. Doc and Fatale must’ve given him some tips between now and the last time I saw him.

Once I’d arrived in Shere, I stalked into the main residence and over to the library, where I knew Nemesis preferred to hold meetings.

When I threw the door open, she looked up with wide eyes.

“Nice of you to join us, Typhon.”

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