EPILOGUE
“You’ve been working all day, come on.” Rowe tugged on his mate’s arm, trying to get her away from the desk she’d chained herself to ever since they’d discovered the ticket stub and reported it to Gibson.
“It’s not even four,” she shot back, not looking up from Rosalie’s planner.
“It’s four thirty, come on.” He pulled just a bit harder and she stood. “We’re going out.” He handed her a jacket.
“You’re going to regret this if we get attacked by evil billionaires while we’re out,” she said as she grudgingly pulled on the jacket.
Rowe kissed her. “You can protect me.”
“Damn straight.”
The theater wasn’t far and the walk was pleasant, if a little chilly. Rowe held Vi’s hand the entire way, and it was hard to believe that a month ago this woman hadn’t been in his life and that
