Page 23 of Married to Mischief

“You’re learning quickly, partner. I’ve got to take my wife on a honeymoon now, don’t I?” I grin and slap him on the back. “Also, there’s a treasure hunter named Howie Garfield runningaround Europe causing problems. Take care of that for me, would you?”

Epilogue

Liam

Oneweeklater

“Are you sure you’re ready to move in with me?” I ask Serena on the way up to her terrible—and I can’t emphasize this enough—liability of an apartment. Plus, her neighbor is a total creep who checks her out all the time. The second we landed from our honeymoon, approximately one hour ago, I insisted it was time for her to move in with me. But I want to make sureshe’sready.

“I did marry you.” She chuckles. She did. I have the wedding band and certificate to prove it. And after that honeymoon…well, I’ll just stop there.

“We’ll start house shopping soon,” I say, grabbing her bags so she can unlock the door.

“We don’t need to—” her words die off and she screams. “What is this?”

I peer around her, confirming what I hoped. Rico came through.

“Surprise!”

Her head swivels slowly in my direction. “When I said I wished we could take the treasure home, I didn’t mean literally.”

I purse my lips. “You didn’t?”

That’s right. We found the treasure, hidden under a locked door beneath a lighthouse in Northern Ireland. The key I found at the Cillian Moore cottage was the perfect fit for the lock. We had to move it quickly though because Howie was still on our trail. So I had it shipped back here before we decided which museum would receive it while Howie is safely on the bad side of the law, thanks to some damage he caused to the historic lighthouse.

“You filled my house with stolen goods!” She stomps into the room, and I walk more gently in behind her, closing the door before her creepy neighbor comes out of his rathole.

“I just wanted a chance to inspect the pieces, then I promise we will donate most of it.”

Her chin tilts to the side. “Definemost.”

I throw my hands up. “Okay, all.” Good thing I already got what I really wanted from this hunt—her.

There’s a knock on the door and Serena jumps but makes no move to answer it, so I grab the handle for her.

“We came to help you mov—” Amelia’s voice drops off abruptly when she sees the gold, silver, and diamond antiques covering every square inch of the room. She rushes inside and shuts the door behind her, eyes wide and worried. “You have to hide that! Caleb’s on his way here with my brother.”

“Ah, it will be lovely to see your brother again. What’s his name? Connor?”

Amelia stares at me. “You’ve seen my brother?”

“Just once in the hospital, though I don’t suppose you remember. It’s all right. I’ll forgive you for not making the introduction.”

Amelia looks around me at Serena. “Does this manwantto go to jail?”

“I believe so,” Serena agrees.

There’s another knock on the door and I reach for it, but Amelia plants herself in front of the door like a barricade, and Serena pulls me back.

“Hide it!” Amelia yells. She and Serena get to work shoving priceless artifacts hastily into boxes.

“Whoa, calm down. You two are destroying works of art!” I yell, completely horrified.

“Yeah, well, if it’s not hidden, the next work of art to be destroyed will be your face,” Serena snaps.

“Courtesy of my boyfriend,” Amelia adds.

“Please, Caleb wishes he could take me,” I scoff.

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