Page 103 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

She is so incredible. I lean and press my lips to her cheek.

“Emily, she forgot incredibly handsome and with hacking skills that could rival her own.”

Her jaw drops, and she stares at me. “He’s humble too.” She rolls her eyes but gives me a kiss on the lips.

We stay until it turns dark. The cold settles in, and we stand when it’s time to leave.

“Bye, Em. I love you,” Lee says while pressing a kiss to her lips and then to the headstone.

Then she turns and walks straight into me. I catch her automatically. Her arms slide around my waist beneath my coat, and I hold her so tight I can feel her heartbeat against my ribs.

Julian steps in behind her a second later, wrapping himself around both of us. That’s become our thing somehow. Lee is in the middle while me and Julian close ranks around her. She’s the center of everything.

“I miss her,” Lee whispers.

I shut my eyes briefly. “I know, kid.”

Her fingers knot tighter in my jacket.

“We can come visit whenever you would like,” Julian says in her hair.

Back at the lake house, Julian gets the fire going.

Jasper has stolen the entire couch like the freeloader he is. Lee ends up curled between Julian and me on the love seat beneath a blanket, her legs tossed across my lap while Julian strokes slow fingers through her hair and we watch a movie.

Eventually, she speaks.

“I shut it all down.”

Julian’s hand stills.

“The dark web contacts,” she continues quietly. “The off-books jobs. Riley wiped everything last night.”

I study her face carefully.

“You sure?”

She nods once. “Emily got justice. Fuller’s gone. I don’t want to live in the dark anymore if it costs me…” Her voice catches briefly. “This. What we have.” She looks at her stomach. “What I hope for us to one day have.”

Julian kisses the top of her head.

“I’m not sure what’s next for me...” She says looking up at Julian, then her eyes cut to mine. “I love you. Both of you.”

Jesus Christ. I look down immediately because I can’t let her see what that does to me. After everything that happened, I still don’t fully understand how she can look at me with love instead of hatred. But she keeps choosing me anyway.

Julian answers first, voice rough and low. “We love you, too, babydoll.”

I clear my throat and squeeze her calf gently where it rests across my legs.

“Nothing between us was ever fake. I fell in love with you the moment you yelled at me in your office.”

Her lip wobbles, and she nods, afraid to say anything that might make her cry again.

“I love you and my brother husband too,” I add.

Julian laughs.

“There is no husband. We aren't even married.”