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“Apollo, I whisper.

As if merely his name on my lips rips away the last of his control, he simply explodes inside me, fills me with heat, gasping helplessly and driving into me. I wrap my thighs around his waist and hook my feet around his ass and I pull him against me, refuse to let him go, to let him stop, and I come with him, weeping his name and meeting his wild thrusts with my own until we’re complete and replete and we can’t come any more.

It’s an endless night.

We fuck till dawn, and we talk of everything in between.

He makes love to me, and he holds me.

We make plans for the future.

A home together, somewhere. A baby, someday.

First? We simply figure out how to navigate life as a couple. How to be together.

Epilogue: It’s Not That Easy

Six Months Later

I’m in the office, wrapping up a few details for our next launch, which will see the last shipment of materials go up, at which point we will officially begin constructing the world’s first orbital shipyard.

Life has been…amazing. Chaotic, fast-paced. Apollo and I bought a building in Houston and turned the top four floors into a combination of office space and home, with the rest of Valkyrie on the floors below.

There have been arguments over the usual things couples fight about, and make ups.

I’ve never been happier.

Apollo and my father are in business together in half a dozen different ways, and Apollo and I have our own totally separate arm of businesses and charities and projects.

No baby, yet. Too busy.

I’m about to kick off for the day when my phone rings.

I answer without looking. “This is Rin.”

“It’s me, darling.” His voice is…off. “You should screen your calls.”

I snort. “You called my personal number. A dozen people total have this number.”

“Come up to the house, please.” Again, that odd, worrisome note.

I put the papers down and sit up straight. “Apollo? What’s going on?”

“Best if you just come.” A pause. “I’ve sent some men to escort you.”

An escort? My stomach flips.

“I’ll be right there.”

I put on my shoes and snag my purse—four men are on the other side of my office door, each one in full body armor, and armed to the teeth. Four? In armor? Not good at all.

They box me in and escort me up to our personal quarters. Which is a madhouse of men with guns—all of them from A1S.

My stomach sinks further.

I find Apollo in the doorway to his personal, private office in our home. I touch his waist. “What’s going on? Why are they here?”

He’s pale. Shaking. “I thought I could leave it behind. I thought I’d taken care of anyone who could have been my enemy.”