Page 102 of The Spy Ring

EPILOGUE

Jagger

4 Months Later

She was mine.

I leaned my back against the wall as I tried to scale back my smile. It was becoming out of control. As Edgar mentioned a few days ago, it was bordering on creepy.

I chuckled as I thought about how Edgar and I first met. Now look at us, friends. Since his wife, Evaleen, started to work for ITA, I had gotten to know them better. Not that I ever went back to the government, but I came to find out that Evaleen had a little network of spies she liked to keep in case she needed information. I became part of her network.

“Can you get me a beer?” Tiffany yelled from the bedroom.

“Of course.” I pushed off the wall and headed into her kitchen.

Evaleen was on maternity leave right now and Tiffany and I had gone over to help with Lucy, or little Lam as the proud parents have nicknamed her, a few times. Even David wanted to help. That boy got his caregiving side from his mother. I wouldn’t be surprised if he grew up to be a nurse or teacher, instead of all his talk about being a ninja.

Evaleen insisted I didn’t have to help her with the baby, but if there was any other woman besides Tiffany I would bend over backward for, it was Evaleen. She helped stop Tenn before he had time to run off after Henrik and Morgana’s first wedding

I texted her, just after I shot Emma, with Will’s phone as Tenn still had mine. I let Evaleen know that Tenn was working for the Jewel. She immediately contacted Katlin and ran over to tell the police sergeant who had been helping Tenn outside on the street. The sergeant distracted Tenn when Katlin and some agents showed up to take him down.

After finding only two beer bottles, I searched around what was left in the kitchen to find some red plastic cups. I poured the beer into two cups and decided they needed something extra.

I made my way back to her bedroom and held out a cup to her. With a smile that still made my heart stumble, she took it. “Thanks. Only a few more boxes and we can start loading the truck.”

She was mine.

Tiffany and David were moving into my apartment and I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. I had found another, much bigger, two-bedroom closer to downtown just before I opened The Ninja Gym. It was quiet and in a great neighborhood. There were only two things missing—Tiffany and David.

Over New Years, I asked her to move in with me and she said yes. I wasn’t sure if she was saying yes to the moving in or the fact that my mouth was between her legs and I was giving her an orgasm. But, she told me later after we left the bathroom and returned to the holiday party that she was saying yes to both.

Due to the terrible Chicago winters, I made them wait until it was closer to spring to move in.

I raised my cup to her. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”

She raised hers too and just before taking a sip, she stopped when she looked into the cup. “It’s green.”

I nodded. “Yeah, because it’s St. Patrick’s Day. They dye the river green.”

I waved toward the window even though we were nowhere near the Chicago River.

Tiffany frowned. “You know Blackburn isn’t my maiden name. It’s Ryan.”

“Okay,” I said and took a sip from the cup.

“Dying things green doesn’t mean it’s Irish.” She folded her arms in front of her chest, plumping up her tits. It caused me to stare. She was wearing a tank top, it would be impossible for me not to stare.

“Uh huh.” I nodded not really listening to what she was saying anymore.

“I’ll drink this beer because it’s beer and I’m thirsty, but know I do it in protest.” She pulled her hair back as she drank from the cup.

I watched her chest rise and fall in between sips.

She was so sexy, even drinking green beer while packing.

Tiffany drained the cup and let out a loud belch, slamming the cup down on the side table. She held up a finger and said, “One point.”

I blamed her son. David and Henrik expanded on the fart game they made up to include burps. Tiffany told me she was grossed out at first by the game but was gassy one night and decided to play. She’s been champion ever since.

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