Page 156 of Cozen

Like his life was the balm to her heart.

The breath to her blood.

The sea to her sky.

The spark to her fire.

This man was her everything.

“Mmm,” Sargon hummed, “I have many talents.”

“Let’s not do this one again, though.”

He cocked a brow. “No?”

“Every thief has that last job, right?”

“So my parents like to say.”

“So you say, too.”

Sargon cleared his throat and tugged her in close to his chest again, so she could hide away from the world. “My job ends when your job ends, Zen. You know that.”

“I found my job—my last job.”

“Oh, we’re going to be like a normal married couple now, or something?”

She laughed lightly. “We’re normal.”

“I mean … define normal, sweetheart.”

“Our kind of normal.”

“Fair,” he replied. “Mom and Dad are coming over for supper. They want all the details about the job—you know how they are.”

“Living vicariously through us, now.”

“You love it, too.”

She really did.

“I can’t believe you fucking drugged me,” Sargon muttered.

She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. “You know that would have looked bad for you to leave the house with me. What if someone figured out we were working together? Better to have the Griffin family looking for the female thief than both of us.”

“I don’t think they’ll be looking for either one of us at all, actually.”

“Mmm, why not?”

He squeezed her tighter. “I just assume the Griffin brothers will be a little too distracted to realize the ring was stolen right away. They’ll have far too much to deal with, and maybe by the time they do realize it is gone, you won’t be the first person they look to.”

“I don’t understand.”

“They have to handle the death of their father. Lots of arrangements, I assume.”

Cozen stiffened. “Jett’s dead?”

“Yeah.”