Page 50 of Oliver (The Golden Team #7)

I was sitting on the porch when the SUV screeched to a halt, and Oliver stepped out—blood on his shirt, eyes wild.

He came straight to me, still breathing hard.

“It’s done,” he said.

I looked past him at the others, then back to my husband.

I threw my arms around him. “I knew you’d come back.”

His hands fisted in my hair. “I’ll always come back. But next time…”

He pulled back and smiled.

I kissed him hard.

The Next Morning – Newsfeeds Everywhere

Langston’s face was plastered across every headline.

"CIA Deputy Director Arrested in Global Arms Trafficking Cover-Up"

"Olympian-Turned-Whistleblower Exposes Black Ops Network"

"Emery Blake: The Woman Who Brought Down a Giant"

I turned off the TV, laid my head on Oliver’s chest, and smiled.

“Think the quiet life is finally here?”

He kissed my forehead. “Let’s enjoy it. Until the next bastard makes the mistake of messing with what’s mine.”