Page 73 of A Merry Little Vendetta

“Then I guess we’ll find out together.” Her smile is pure sunshine. “Merry Christmas, Alessandro.”

“Merry Christmas, tesoro.”

And standing there in the penthouse with city lights sparkling and a woman who chose darkness wrapped in my arms, happiness doesn’t feel quite so impossible anymore.

Still unlikely. Still probably doomed.

But possible.

And for a man like me, possibility is more than enough.

THE END