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She pulled in a breath. “Who fired the shots at him?”

“The agent…misunderstood the situation. Thought that Ronan was going to attack you.”

Her head turned toward him. “Who fired the shots?” Agents milled around them. So many eyes and ears.

And no Ronan. No dangerous, intense Ronan.

“You get your life back, Luna. This time tomorrow, you’ll be sleeping in your own bed.”

Alone.

“You can have those adventures Ronan said you wanted. Guy told me that you had big adventure dreams.”

Tears slid down her cheeks. “They pulled me out of the water.”

“You were kicking and screaming the whole time.”

Yes. “I didn’t want to leave him.”

He reached for her hand. Squeezed it. “Sometimes, we don’t have a choice.”

Ronan, I love you.She broke. Right then and there, with the FBI agents watching her. With EMTs and local cops milling around. Luna put her hands over her eyes, and she cried for the man she already knew was dead.

Ronan Walker. Hitman. Temporary Husband.

The love of her life.

“She knows,”Ronan said. He had to keep saying those words. His sorry ass had been dragged out of the water by one of the divers that Gray had strategically positioned near the dock. That was Gray, always thinking ahead.

He was being stitched up by Kane. Mostly stitched. Someone was doing a piss-poor job of stopping the blood flow.That someone was Kane.

“She knows,” Ronan said again because Luna had understood exactly how his story would end. There had never been any chance that Ronan Walker would walk out of this final scene alive. One of the many reasons he’d insisted on playing the story this particular way. He’d needed a public death. “She knows but she is seriously a fantastic actress.” Consider him impressed.

Luna was crying. Her shoulders shaking. Gray awkwardly attempted to comfort her. A few big slaps on her back. Then Luna threw her arms around him, dislodging the blanket that had been placed around her shoulders, and she held him tightly.

“Could be an adrenaline crash, too,” Kane noted as he poked again with a needle. “The woman has been through a whole?—”

Ronan’s head turned. He stared at Kane.

“She’s a fantastic actress,” Kane agreed. “Probably should get an Oscar or some shit like that. Breathtaking. Believable. Amazing.”

Ronan nodded. Damn straight.

“Though I didn’t realize she’d be jumping in the water after you…” Kane mused. “That was taking things to a whole other level. Guess she went full method actress or something?”

He hadn’t known she would go in the water, either. An unexpected Luna twist.

His head turned toward Luna. He wanted to go to her right then. To be the one holding her. But…

Ronan Walker had to die.

So he was damn well going to the grave. In this case, it would be a watery grave.

His jaw hardened. “See you soon, princess. See you very soon.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

“What happenedto the singing telegram business?”

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