Page 53 of Cruel Revenge (Jacky Leon #12)

I sat at my desk, tapping a pen as I read and reread Beth’s email.

There was a mole in the BSA who had been trying to help the witches leave Houston before we got there.

She had figured out who it was, and they were promptly dismissed.

Certainly, criminal charges could be held against the person, and they were considering it.

Beth thought I deserved the name before anything else, though.

I was grateful to her for doing so much for me after the mess I had left her with.

We hadn’t properly talked since, but I was hearing rumors that things were changing in the Dallas office after they played games with the lives of our young people from Jacksonville.

I wasn’t listening too closely. Taking care of my family was my highest priority. I'd go deal with the BSA again later.

I forwarded the email to Hasan, knowing he would find it very interesting. Ten minutes later, I received a reply.

Hisao and Mischa were going to handle it. It was beneath their skill level, but they needed to get out of the house and stretch their legs. They'd go together to keep an eye on each other since they were still recovering.

I chuckled.

I wasn’t going to tell Beth about that.

With that handled, I got up and went to find my mate . It still felt good to think about that title. We were still getting married, though. We were both too modern to ignore marriage. We wanted it, to swear ourselves to eternity, even though the magic already bound us.

I found him sitting on the front porch, watching our daughter and his son run around again, this time, in their Changed forms. Landon was strong enough to deal with a young werecat and had fun doing it.

“What was the email?” he asked me.

“BSA things. I can explain later. There’s something more important I need to discuss with you,” I said, grabbing his hand.

I tugged, and he knew I wanted him to follow.

He did without a word. Dirk was in the security building on his shift and avoiding getting bowled over by a young werecat.

Everyone was out of the house, and that was what I needed for the moment.

I took Heath back to my office and felt his disappointment when it wasn’t our bedroom. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he huffed.

“From your mood, I could have sworn… But love, the windows here…”

“Well, we need to talk about our honeymoon, so yeah, the mood is there,” I conceded.

“Oh?”

I reached behind my desk and pulled out a briefcase I had taken from Houston.

I had kept all of it for the last two weeks, reading through it all, comparing it to everything else we had taken from the witches.

I made a few of my breakthroughs, though the material I had was hasty and not really written in code or anything.

There were a few things I still needed Heath to look at, but only Heath.

“I think we should plan where we want to go on our honeymoon. Just me and you,” I said, smiling as I leaned on the briefcase, seeing his confusion.

“And then… pass it along for the security to review and approval?” he asked. “And what is that?”

“No. Just us , Heath,” I repeated.

He studied me, feeling my mood through the mate bond, and trying not to look at the briefcase.

“And what will our honeymoon be?” he asked softly. “Is there something you particularly want to do?”

“I think we should go hunting,” I answered. I opened the briefcase and let him see the documents, many with direct names and addresses. They hadn’t had time to hide or destroy it.

He grinned.

“Tell me more.”