Page 109 of The San Marco Heist

“Of course not.” He laughed. “I’ll see you later in the week.”

I tucked my phone into my pocket and strolled back to the table. Something wasn’t right. Whether it was the tone of his voice, the hesitations, or… just something niggling at the back of my brain.

“I think the pistachio’s the best.” Jayce had four cups lined up in front of herself, with different colored gelato in each one. She dropped a plastic spoon in front of me and nudged the cups to the middle of the table. “I need an opinion.”

“You’re sharing food with me now?” I hesitated before accepting the offer. “Does that mean we’re engaged, or is it one of the signs of the apocalypse?”

The little ball of energy shrugged. “I might actually be full.”

Emmett laughed and abruptly cut it off. The cut on his cheekbone had opened, but at least no blood was pouring out of it.

“I just got a call from a guy who needs me to re-open his safe in Rome. If I can get Evelyn to agree to it, think you can come with me, Jayce? The safe is one thing, but I’d like your thoughts on the break-in when it happened.”

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “I haven’t been to Rome in ages!”

“Scarlett said it was a year and a half.”

She pointed a spoon at me before taking more of the green gelato. “Either way, I’m in.”

A few days in Rome in early May would be a treat. A simple job, some good food, and maybe I’d tinker with his other safe. Mine was definitely better.

Epilogue

Scarlett

Twoweekslater…

A large, warm, very naked body pressed against my back. One of Malcolm’s muscular arms lay under my head as a pillow, the other draped across my waist. He breathed slowly, his heartbeat strong and steady.

I’d never been the napping type, but he was bringing out all sorts of things in me I wouldn’t have believed a few weeks ago.

Venice had been a whirlwind, and then Rome had been an adventure.

He shifted in his sleep and his arm around my waist traveled lower, gliding across my abdomen. It snuck between my thighs and encouraged them apart.

“You’re not asleep,” I whispered.

“Nope.” He lifted my top leg, pulling it backward to straddle his hip. Then those magic fingers found my clit, stroking lazily.

“What time is it?” I’d drifted off and the sun was still streaming through the tall window of our suite. I had an alarm set to be sure we weren’t late for the jet’s departure, but that wasn’t the only priority this afternoon.

“No idea.” He rolled his hips, his cock hardening against my ass.

“We have to make the call before we leave.”

“You need to relax first.”

I latched onto his wrist, battling between the desire to grind against his hand and with the need to get out of bed. “I can’t relax until it’s over.”

“She’ll be happy.”

“I’m not talking about—” I came to a shuddering halt as his fingers delved inside me.

“Anything?”

“My mother. Not while your fingers are—” I let out a low moan.

Mum wouldn’t be happy. She’d raise her elegant eyebrow and tell me ‘No.’ End of argument. No debate.

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