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Anderson tilted her head. "You'd be surprised what Russia will do to get these vital pieces of history back."
She dropped the egg into the bag with the five others and turned. As she and Cannon left, he didn't know what to think. He was beyond stunned. My God! To think he had all six in his hands. They truly were priceless.
No wonder they had never been found. They were disguised so well. Only someone looking would have known the truth. How had Mick known?
Mickey. He missed her already.
What is life worth living for with her not here? What’s the point? She was my entire world, and now she’s gone.
He rubbed at his eyes, not sure he wanted to go on. Without Mickey, there was no purpose in living.
He could think of many easy ways to end it all. It wouldn't take much. He wished he had died with her in the water. They would be together, at least.
His phone dinged, and he glanced at it lying by his leg. He scowled. The only person who had his number was Anderson, and she certainly wasn't going to message him seconds after leaving him.
He grabbed the cell and pulled it open. He noticed a phone number and a missed text message. He opened it. His eyes scanned the message, and his entire body froze.
Hey, catbirdbrain, pizza and ice cream at 9 pm tonight, you know where.
His heart leapt into his throat, and he felt tears burn his eyes. She was alive.
TWENTY-SEVEN
MICKEY
Mickey crossed her arms over her chest and gazed out the window. Contentment. After buying her dream house with Strap, that was all she ever felt as the days passed.
Walking through the property, she recalled the day they reunited after the unfortunate incident that nearly drove them apart. How she fell into that water and nearly succumbed to the thralls of death.
Somehow, in some twist of fate, her body did not want to die that day. She fought like hell to make it to safety, and once she did, she recovered and made her way back to the United States.
She knew Strap would be taken there.
Roses and tulips lined the home’s front windows. Her footsteps echoed through the hallway as she placed her hands behind her back. Her eyes scanned the house, marveling at how perfect everything turned out.
And Strap…
She raised a brow, sensing a presence behind her. Stopping her movements, she smiled gently once she heard the soft patter of Strap’s feet trying to tiptoe. He slipped his hands around her waist and nestled his lips into the crook of her neck.
“Hi,” he whispered, a grin to his words. “How are you feeling?”
“Great.”
“No soreness to your limbs? Nothing?”
“It’s been a few months,” she reminded him. “The bruises have healed nicely.”
When Strap saw her for the first time after the incident, he nearly collapsed to his knees with emotion. They hugged, cried, and vowed never to separate again.
Not only that, but they promised to leave behind the life of thievery and crime that got them into that situation in the first place.
It wasn’t all bad, she thought to herself.If Strap wasn’t a thief, he would have never met my dad. And none of this would have happened.
Lifting his nose slightly, Strap took a few loud whiffs of the air. That was the panther in him, always mindful of new scents that permeated their shared space. Then, he eyed the flowers in the planters by the window. “Did you plant those? They’re beautiful.”
“We needed more color in this house. White walls get boring to look at after a while.”
“Why don’t we start a garden?” Strap asked, slowly turning her around so she faced him. “We can plant our own vegetables and fruits. We’ll never have to go to the store again.”
