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“Tommy Minton is easy to handle. There are others who are much, much harder.”
“Like who?” she asks, a twinkle in her eyes.
“You, Moonbeam.”
She arches an eyebrow and says coyly, “You want to handle me, Calder?”
“No, ma’am. I want to love you.”
She flushes. “Let’s get back to Savannah Lace, yeah?”
I kiss her again.
Because I can.
Because she’s mine.
Because I’m hers.
CHAPTER 30
Luna
Dom has planned every date since we officially became a couple. And he’s been innovative. We’ve gone on boat rides, rooftop dinners, museum walks, and moonlit strolls through the squares like we’re starring in our own Southern Hallmark romance.
So, when I tell him it’s my turn, instead of saying, ‘Thank you,’ like a normal person, he challenges me to do better.
The nerve!
“So, what are you planning?” Stella asks, her ballet flats on my desk as she leans back in my client chair at the end of a Friday.
I grin, an evil glint in my eyes.
She chuckles. “Escape room?”
I shake my head slowly. “Ghost tour.”
She raises both eyebrows.
“In a hearse.”
She bursts out laughing.
“He was afraid of ghosts for a long time,evenas a teenager. Lev had him convinced that our grandfather wandered the stables. Every time we were there, the poor kid was scared shitless.” I rub my hands together. “That’ll teach him to compete with me.”
Stella studies me for a long moment. “And…you love this man?”
“Completely. Body and soul.”
She nods skeptically. “But you want to scare the living daylights out of him?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Luna, sweetie, you’re an odd duck, you know that, right?”
“Right back at you,sistah.”
Dom seems to agree with her assessment, judging by the suspicious look he gives the old mortuary-turned-tour headquarters as we pull up on East York Street.
