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“I got something for you,” he murmurs, reaching into his pocket.
“Noel,” I say, my heart so full already it feels near to bursting.
He pulls out a tiny silver ornament shaped like a bell.It’s engraved with one word.
Ours.
I blink fast.“You’re trying to make me cry.”
“Just trying to remind you,” he murmurs.“No matter what’s out there, this—you and me—it’s forever.”
I loop my arms around his neck.
“So are we skipping dinner and going straight to dessert?”
“I am always hungry for you, Tinsel.”
He lifts me effortlessly, one hand cupping my ass, the other steadying the bell as I hang it on the tree behind him.
Then he carries me upstairs without another word.
Because, yeah, this year?
I already got everything I ever wanted.
Epilogue 3: Ego
“You want me to run a security detail for a kindergarten teacher?”
I stare at Remy Falco like he’s lost his goddamn mind.
He doesn’t blink.Doesn’t smirk.Just leans back in that leather chair of his like the king of all calm, tapping his pen once against the file on the desk between us.
“Yes,” he says simply.
I wait a beat.“Is this a test?”
“No.”
“A punishment?”
“Still no.”
“You sure you don’t want to just send Kane again?He loves a good damsel situation.”
Remy exhales slowly, then slides the manila folder across the polished mahogany.
“Sabrina Rosetto.Lives in Little Italy.Works at Midtown Academy.Someone’s been sending her threatening letters for the past month.Local PD brushed it off—until last week, when a man tried to grab one of her students during pickup.”
That sobers me up.
I open the file.
Sabrina Rosetto
Age: 33
Occupation: Kindergarten Teacher, Midtown Academy
