Page 113 of When He Hunts

But then Luna’s gaze swept over him. She frowned and reached for his left wrist. She turned it over. “A new tat?”

Yes. A moon, one surrounded by dark clouds.

“I’ve got this woman I love,” he said, probably sounding awkward as hell. “Thought she might like it.”

A delighted smile curled her lips. “You got a tattoo for me?”

“I covered up something I hated with something I loved.”

Her gaze lifted. Her smile was still on her precious lips.

“I love you, Luna. I always will.” A pause. “Ready to have some adventures with me?”

“I think a sunrise is waiting for us.” Soft.

“I think a whole life is waiting for us.” Ronan was gone. He was ready to be James. Ready for anything and everything that she wanted them to experience together. His job? From this moment forward, his job was to make her dreams come true. To love and protect Luna for the rest of her life.

Done.

She threw her arms around him again and kissed him so sweetly. She pushed away the dark and brought the light back into his life. And he knew with complete certainty that Luna was far more than a target.

She was life.

His life.

Turned out, he was the lucky bastard who would spend his days and nights with Luna.

Some days, it paid to be bad.

“Guess what?” Luna whispered as she gave his lower lip a sexy little nip. “I brought handcuffs.”

Laughter boomed from him. So did desire. He scooped her into his arms, batted away more balloons—hell, some of them were heart-shaped, freaking adorable—and he carried her toward the bedroom. He had lots and lots of plans for Luna.

Some of those plans would definitely involve the cuffs.

And the engagement ring that he had tucked away in his pocket…An engagement ring that he’d be giving her when they watched the next sunrise together.

Epilogue

“So…thehitman got a happy ending, huh?” Kane’s voice was low as he lifted his beer bottle and saluted Gray. “Good for him.”

Gray eased onto the barstool beside Kane. “How’d you know?” He hadn’t told Kane. Not yet.

“Clearly, you have not checked the group text. Guy just invited us all to his wedding.”

No, he hadn’t checked the damn group text. He’d been…occupied. Gray glanced around the dimly lit interior of the small bar. Only one other patron. The guy who appeared to be passed out in the corner.

“Tell me, Gray, do you ever get tired of scheming? Ever get weary of moving people around like chess pieces?”

Only every other day. “We need to talk, Kane.”

“Yeah, figured we did, or you wouldn’t have requested this little meeting.” He put down the beer. “Let me guess, you have a problem that you need handled.”

Gray nodded.

“And you need someone outside of the FBI’s normal parameters who can do the dirty work for you? Got to say, man, you are lucky you have friends who enjoy fucking around with danger.”

Gray’s fingers tapped against the bar.

---