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“I’ve got this.”
He knew she did. In the end, it was nothing as melodramatic as a car chase with Miley shooting out the tires and then shooting out Rennalt’s kneecaps as he tried to run away. No, he had stopped at a deserted gas station, ostensibly to relieve himself. He’d apparently stopped to pound on the trunk to try and frighten Alicia.
What he hadn’t counted on was that Alicia had lost her fear of him. When he came close enough, Alicia had sent the trunk lid flying upwards with enough force that it hit him in the chin and made him stagger back and drop to his knees, momentarily stunned.
Alicia was climbing out of the trunk when Brock and Miley arrived. Rennault was just getting to his feet as the SUV screeched to a halt. Rennault looked up to find Brock and Miley standing before him with their guns leveled.
“Give me a reason,” Miley said quietly. “Hell, give me half a reason.”
Rennault slowly sank back to his knees, putting his hands behind his head and locking his fingers together.
“Coward,” snarled Miley before turning to Brock. “Go get your girl. I’ve got this.”
Brock raced towards Alicia, who flung herself into his arms.
“Brock,” she cried, curling herself around him, trying to get as close to him as possible.
She didn’t seem satisfied to just be hugging him. Alicia jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist, burying her face in his neck, and holding on for dear life.
“Baby girl,” he said, taking her in his arms, holding her close, and swearing to himself he’d never let her go again.
Miley handcuffed Ewan and began to drag him behind her over to the SUV, touching the comm unit in her ear. “We have Alicia, and she looks fine. I can’t really tell because Brock won’t turn her loose long enough to find out.”
Alicia reached up, taking Brock’s comm unit. “Seth? Do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
“Tell Amber she’s fired. And from now on you and the other guys don’t get a say in who I hire for support staff.”
Seth was laughing as he said, “Will do.”
* * *
Several Weeks Later…
Brock and Alicia arrived in the office back from an extended stay at Damon and Miley’s home along the California coast. They sauntered into the office with their arms around each other—Alicia’s engagement ring sparkling on her finger for all to see.
Once the hospital had confirmed that Alicia was unharmed, she changed into the outfit Camille had brought with her, and then the entire group went to the restaurant to have dinner. Brock ordered champagne with their appetizer. When it arrived, he ensured everyone had a glass and then dropped to one knee.
“Alicia Jennings, in the sight of our closest friends, I am asking you to marry me.”
She’d thrown her arms around him, covered his face in kisses, and breathlessly told him yes. After slipping the ring on her finger, Brock, Alicia, and their friends enjoyed a spectacular evening. Damon had kindly offered to fly them out to California so Alicia could rest and recuperate.
They had returned the day before and this was their first day back in the office. They walked into the conference room for a staff meeting.
“You’re late,” growled King.
Brock glanced at his Rolex. “No. We’re right on time.”
“Wrong,” said King, trying to maintain a straight face. “If you aren’t at least ten minutes early then you’re late.”
Brock grinned at him, took his usual seat at the table, and pulled Alicia into his lap. “I got news for you, Boss, with my baby girl in my bed, I’ll never be ten minutes early again.”
* * *
Baker Street
London, England
