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Tawny captured his mouth in a warm kiss and grinned. “Wow! That was just flamin’ hot, Finnigan.”

“I have my moments.”

“And I think you should prove it.”

“As you wish, Red.”

EPILOGUE

Quantico, Virginia

Former undercover FBI agent and Laguna Beach police officer Nash Carson sat across from Special Agent Dr. Trey McAdams, an expert in the field of behavioral analysis. Meeting Trey’s amber eyes was like looking into a mirror of the past, for he resembled his sister, Lieutenant Brielle McQuaid, whom Nash had kidnapped four years ago. Brainwashed while undercover in Axel Anderson’s revolutionary army, all aspects of his real identity and former life vanished under Dr. Schow’s evil techniques. Since being liberated, he’d been working with Trey to recover himself. Through Trey’s intense therapy sessions, Nash had been able to slowly control then ignore the impulses instilled in him by Dr. Schow, whom he’d learned had finally been killed by snipers.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Trey began. “Are you ready to be integrated back into society?”

“I’ll admit I’m afraid. The Bureau has abandoned me. No one in the Laguna Beach Police Department will trust me. Justice and the guys say they do, but I’m not sure what I’m being integrated back into.”

“We’ve discussed this at length, Nash. Everyone has forgiven you. Justice and Brielle have visited multiple times. You have family waiting for you.”

“Ashley Laine, my cousin, is dead. Murdered by the people who destroyed me. And my younger brother barely remembers me.”

“You can start with him.”

Nash nodded.

“You’ve got this,” Dr. McAdams assured him.

Both men rose to their feet and embraced.

“Nash, call me anytime, day or night.”

“Trey, I’ll be indebted to you for the rest of my life. You saved my sanity. You saved me.”

They exchanged a final farewell, and Nash walked out into the world for the first time in four years. He caught a nonstop flight to LAX and hailed a taxi.

“Please take me to 13604 Harbor Lane.”

It took forty minutes to arrive at the modest apartment building where Nash’s brother lived. He located his unit on the first floor and rang the doorbell. Of course, his brother would have a security system. Nash smiled up at the camera.

He heard the deadbolt unlatch. The door slowly opened. Nash stared at the commanding figure, eying him with shock and suspicion through brilliant blue eyes.

“Tristan, it’s good to see you again.”

THE END

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