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nbsp; “Done.”
“I’d like to start another business and get it right this time.”
“It’s yours. Whatever you want. It’s yours.”
“I want to be Rainbow Stewart. I want to be yours.”
He looked into her eyes, and the love she saw there overwhelmed her. “You always were, Rainbow. You were always mine.”
And then he kissed her, long, slow and hard.
Epilogue
Callum McKay looked around his newly assembled team of security professionals. He wasn’t impressed.
They’d taken over a building near Victoria train station in London. It was right in the heart of the city. The old offices needed a bit of work, but Julia had told him she had it under control—by email. He’d yet to talk to his assistant in person. Oh, he’d tried, but it never went well and usually ended up with her hiding for the rest of the day. The current meeting was a typical example of their insane working relationship—the rest of his team were sitting around the boardroom table. Not Julia. Her chair was wedged behind a humungous office palm, her back to the wall and a large laptop obscuring most of her face.
And she was the least of his worries. Ryan didn’t take anything he said seriously, and Joe seemed to be at a loss without his best friend Grunt. Then there was Rachel. Since Harry’s company had merged with Lake’s, Rachel now officially worked for Callum in her role as cybersecurity manager. Only it seemed Rachel hadn’t gotten the memo about the new hierarchy. She was currently scowling at him as she tapped her professionally manicured blood-red nails on the table in front of her. Her first words to him were: “Really? You’re in charge? I don’t think so.” Callum did not see a relaxed working relationship in their future.
And then there were the last two members of his newly formed team. Dimitri Raast and Megan Donaldson. One was trained but his loyalty was seriously in question. The other had no training at all and far too much enthusiasm to be safe on a job. They glared across the table at each other. The sexual tension between them was palpable. Just what he needed—two operatives who were unstable and more likely to jump each other than deal with the enemy.
“Okay,” he said to his team. “Welcome to the first meeting of the London division of Benson Security. We have our first case.” As if by magic, a photo appeared on the wall behind him. He glanced at Julia, whose hand was poised over the trackpad on her laptop. Of course she’d set up a PowerPoint presentation. Why hadn’t he thought of it? Callum pointed at the man on the wall behind him.
“Rudi Abramovich,” he said. “This man has Dimitri’s sister and we’re going to get her back.”
