Page 72 of My Super Sexy Spy
He looked at me then. “You know I wouldn’t just leave you like that, right? That’s why you came looking for me.”
He said it with such conviction, I almost wished it was true. “Well, there might have been a moment or two of doubt.”
His bloody face fell a little bit, but then he seemed resigned to the idea. “It just means I’ve still got work to do to convince you I’m sticking around.”
“Good luck, you two,” Dmitri said with a careless wave as he walked to the same door where I’d come in. “Send me an invitation to the wedding.”
The door closed behind him and Liam let his arm holding the gun drop. As if any strength he’d had was now suddenly gone.
“Do you need to go to the hospital?”
He looked at his fingers, which were crooked in a way I knew meant broken. “Let’s see if we can hit an urgent care. They’ll set my fingers and my nose and not ask as many questions.”
“Is this what it was like to be a spy?” I asked him, even as I winced in empathy pain as he held his ribs while he walked toward the door.
“Ex-spy,” he hissed. “Oh, and on the way to that urgent care…we’re stopping at Starbucks and getting you a fucking macchiato.”
I smiled. Because when my man said he was going to get me coffee…
He got me coffee.
Epilogue
Somewhere in the South Pacific
Beth
“Fallingin love is a lot like traveling to someplace wonderful. It hits all your senses. At first, you’re amazed how beautiful everything is, but then as you explore and learn, what you’re seeing becomes something you actually feel. Inside you. And because of the beauty in your mind and in your heart, the world, in general, feels better. Food is tastier. Water quenches more than thirst…”
“That’s hot, kitten,” Liam said, dropping a kiss on my bare shoulder after reading what I’d just typed. “It’s going to make a great book.”
Yeah, after Liam’s face and ribs had recovered, after he’d called an old colleague of his and decided to take up contract security work, after he’d moved in with me, he’d urged me to contact one of the legit editors in New York who’d reached out to me previously, and give the book thing a try.
I did. Now we were on an island in the South Pacific. I was wearing a bikini, my nose ring and a rock on my left hand. Taking selfies with my fiancé and crystal blue water in the background like I’d just invented the concept of selfies.
Our plan. To work, write, travel the world together…and have eternal hot monkey sex.
“It’s not supposed to be hot,” I told him, slapping his six-pack abs. Had I ever thought of him as skinny? “It’s supposed to be decent writing. But it needs work.”
“Kitten, your work is hot. It’s why I messaged you in the first place. Yes, I was reading your blogs to research you, but the whole Leigh thing was really just an impulse.”
I pouted. “I still miss her.”
“I’m right here. Let it go!”
Leaning over, I gave him a peck on the lips to let him know I forgave him. Basically, I forgave him every day because loving him was way more fun than hating on him.
“Anyway,” he continued. “My point is that I only made a comment because…well, I don’t know. I read it and thought, yeah. That’s what that place feels like to me, too.”
I shut my laptop and tossed it on the beach blanket protecting us from the sand. “You mean that? I really reached you, even before you knew me?”
“I was half in love already when I met you.”
“You called me flat chested when you first met me!” I reminded him.
“Because I wanted your attention on me, not Dmitri the Douchebag.”
“Such a Douchebag. Why does he keep sending us postcards from all over the United States?”
