Page 11 of The Last Shadow

She runs her hands over my back, a soothing touch that grounds me, pulling me back to earth. “Damien,” she says softly. “That was?—”

“Extraordinary,” I finish for her.

“Yes,” she agrees, her eyes sparkling. “Extraordinary.”

I prop myself up on one elbow, gazing down at her—my bride-to-be, my beautiful conquest. “Tell me, Francesca. Aren’t you glad you said yes?”

CHAPTER FIVE

Frankie

Amelia’s brow arches when I step inside her office with two coffee cups in my hand. She tosses her pen on the desk and leans back against her chair, and I hand her a cup. “Hey! What’s going on?”

I’m bursting to tell her my news. I’m feeling good today. Damn good. Last night was perfect, and both my body and my mind are flying high. “I’ve got news.”

“On the killer?” She takes a slow sip and then smiles. “No, that look on your face isn’t about the killer, is it?”

“Nope,” I say and reach for the cup with my left hand, letting her study me until her gaze lands on the giant diamond on my finger.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Her eyes are comically wide as she gets to her feet, takes my coffee and studies my ring. “Is that what I think it is?”

I nod, my smile so big my cheeks ache. “It is. Damien proposed last night at Spanish Fly.”

“Wow.” Amelia sighs, her eyes sparkling. “Judging by the glow you’re rocking I’d say there was also a good amount of sexy time.”

“So much sexy time,” I confirm and shake my head slowly with a huge grin on my face.

“Well,” she sighs, shaking her head. “So, I guess you said yes.”

My gaze narrows. “I did.”

Ames leans forward on her elbows. “I’m happy for you, Frankie, really and truly happy. A gorgeous billionaire who only has eyes for you wants to make it legal, that’s amazing. But it’s really soon. And you just went through a major trauma. It’s a lot for the average person.”

I lean back and fold my arms, glaring at her. “And I’m not the average person?”

“You’re kidding, right?” She huffs, rolling her eyes. “For most people, those things are enough to send them into five times a week therapy sessions, but on top of all of that, you’re hunting a serial killer who you think might be after your brand new fiancé.” Amelia sits back in her chair, mirroring my posture.

“Okay, yes, that’s a lot. I’ll give you that. But it feels right, and my gut tells me that saying yes is the right thing to do. I love him and we fit so well together despite our differences.”

Her smile comes slowly but it’s sincere. “Then I’m damn happy for you, even if that means one less smoking hot billionaire on the market for the rest of us.”

I smile. “Sorry?”

“Right.” She reaches for her coffee, taking a long sip.

“Wait a minute,” I sit up with a frown. “Who said I’m worried that Damien might get killed?” I didn’t tell anyone.

“You’re not worried?”

I shake my head. “Of course I am, but I don’t know how you know that.”

“It’s obvious. At least it was the minute you realized he stayed at Hope House.”

Shit. “Yes, I am worried about it.”

She nods. “You should be worried just because it’s natural, but I recommend that you find outwhythose guys were murdered if you want to know whether he’s truly at risk.” She shrugs. “He might be completely safe.”

“Yeah,” I huff and roll my eyes. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

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