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I feel?

A smile tugs my lips because this is all Remi’s doing.

I slap my brother on the back. “Kill Kirksey. That’s what you fucking need to know.”

Epilogue

Remi

“Excuse me, dear. Where is your name tag?”

Me and officious clipboard lady. Round two.

“Oh, I don’t want to damage my vintage gown.” And this one really is vintage.

“Double-sided tape.” She holds up her roll triumphantly.

“Aren’t you prepared?”

“Yes, indeed,” she says proudly, tearing off a piece of tape and holding it out for me.

“Welcome.” She fawns at someone over my shoulder, and I slip inside while she’s distracted.

Surveying the crowd, I spot my mark. He’s surrounded by security, but that won’t be a problem, considering he’s making his way toward me.

“Miss.” Officious clipboard lady taps my shoulder.

“Yes?” I turn around.

“I’m going to need to see your name tag, my dear.”

“She’s with me.” A rumbling voice licks down my spine, the sensation pooling in my core.

“Of course, Mayor Calvani.” She scurries away.

Checking out my mark, I examine his features, as if for the first time.

God, did I ever have a chance of not falling for this man?

That nice square chin. My favorite, his short and well-manicured beard. Pretty olive complexion. Piercing baby blue eyes beneath the mask. Inky black hair styled to perfection. All this in that tall and trim tuxedo-wrapped package that I love.

My eyes meet those baby blues, and like our first encounter, we stand rooted in place, staring at each other. “Should I say thank you, or fuck off?”

“Dance with me, and you can decide for yourself.” He extends his hand, leading me to the dance floor.

He gives me a spin, and my hand lands on his wrist, but I feel only skin, no metal.

Undeterred, I lock eyes with him. “Are you always this intense, Mayor Calvani?”

“Seems you’re at an advantage knowing my name.” His lips brush the shell of my ear, and I suppress a shudder as he gives me another spin.

When I spin back around, my hand fans his left pants pocket.

Empty.

“Wouldn’t hurt a man such as yourself to be at a disadvantage every now and then.”

“You think so?” He pulls me close, and I snake my hand down between us, feeling his;dayum, that’s not his right pocket.