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“That’s right, sweetheart.”

He bent his head to her ear. Whatever he was saying made her eyes light up. She nodded. He said something else and she nodded again.

Then he turned and started to walk away. Cara’s free hand shot up into the air, Cash’s followed.

And together they shouted, “Cash is King!”

EPILOGUE

Zane Lewis shoved his hand into his pocket and wrapped his hand around the jump drive.

His eyes remained on the Chapel Dome, but his thoughts were in Brazil.

One second. That was all it took for the world to change.

“You got a second?” Kira asked before she entered Zane’s office.

Zane looked up from the contract his wife had placed on his desk, complete with sticky tabs marking where he needed to sign. The woman knew he wouldn’t read the contract. It wouldn’t be on his desk unless the terms were exactly as he expected. There was no need to double check his wife’s work.

“You didn’t miss anything,” Zane told her.

“Boss—”

“No, Kira. You call me boss when you’re being a pain in the ass, not when you’re standing in my office to explain all the ways you think you fucked up. You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t miss anything. I know you don’t want to believe this, Mini-Me, but sometimes we don’t get a hundred percent of the intel, a hundred percent of the time. Sometimes we get it three days too late. Sometimes when we get it, it’s fucked. You’re damn near perfect, KK, don’t sweat the one percent.”

“But, Stella⁠—”

“Trust me when I tell you everything worked out the way it was supposed to.”

“But—”

Zane interrupted her again. “She deserves peace, Kira. She’s worked hard for it. If that piece of shit had been laid at her feet, she would’ve had to make a decision. Now it’s behind her.”

Zane held his cyber specialist’s gaze. A woman who had come to him full of snark and sass, hiding the pain of loss. A woman who had found her place, her home. A woman who owned a piece of his heart—the little sister he never had, never knew he needed, but she filled something in him when she came to work for him.

“Peace or revenge,” she muttered.

“Peace or revenge,” Zane confirmed.

“I’m still going to find out how he slipped past all of my protocols,” she huffed.

“Do I work here?” Stella asked as she barged into Zane’s office.

Zane looked up from his email, asking his own stupid question since he had her report in his inbox. “Where are you on the Holland Case?”

She rolled her eyes and he thought for the seven-millionth time over the year that men were easier than women. They didn’t roll their eyes, they slung insults, and if the need were to arise, beat the hell out of each other.

“Already wrapped up and sent to you. And seriously, all these years I thought Z Corps did super spy shit.”

“A favor for a friend. His daughter is hellbent on marrying this guy. Jared doesn’t like him; thinks he’s playing his girl. He needed more than a gut feeling.”

Stella shook her head, a look of pure disgust washing over her pretty face.

“He is. Or they both are. His texts and DMs are full of spicy convos with women who are not his fiancée and she’s got pictures of herself in her bedroom with a pile of clothes on a chair in the corner—a plaid shirt and leather jacket that are not the fiancé’s, but they do belong to the fiancé’s best friend, if the group pictures she posted from a week ago are anything to go by. So, good luck with the call to your friend.”

Fucking favors.

“Great, thanks. Kira has a new file for you.”