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And then they collapsed into bed.

By the time they woke up the following day, the celebrations had spilled over into real life, with people from the Sherwood Forest forum meeting each other in person for the first time in bars and restaurants to have a meal and a drink and to raise a glass to their incredibly good fortune that had changed their lives.

QueenMod’s direct messages were overflowing with thanks and sobbing voicemails about how they were going to be okay now.

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Monaco

Colleen

The Mediterranean sun was a blast of white light streaming through the porthole in Tristan’s bedroom on his yacht, and Colleen blinked in the glare as she woke up.

His boat’s name, theArk Nemesis,still cracked her up. If she’d seen that when she’d first met TwistyTrader, she would’ve taken it as a sign, turned tail, and fled.

When she cranked herself around and braced her body on her elbows to look at Tristan in the bed beside her, his hands were behind his head, and he was staring at the ceiling.

She said, “G’morning.”

He rolled toward her. “I was just thinking a few things over, and I think our plan has finished.”

“Nothing left to do but spend the money,” she said.

He chuckled. “But in the meantime, we should eat. Let me take you to one of my favorite lunch spots today, and then we’ll walk around Monaco. For all that you’ve been here, you’ve seen very little of it.”

Today would be her first day of seeing and doing instead of crouching in her pathetic apartment and never going anywhere. “Sounds like a plan.”

“I told the cabin staff to deliver some coffee and something light. It’s already ten-thirty, so lunch will be soon. This is one of my favorite places to visit in Monaco, and they take great care to present only the finest food as if it’s a labor of love. Make sure you’re hungry.”

Her sundress was hanging in the closet, washed and ironed.

Finding her clothes washed and ironed and hanging in a closet when she hadn’t done it was somewhere between amazingly awesome and creepy, like the fae had done it and now she owed them her firstborn.

She approached Tristan. “You should tell your people that they don’t have to do that.”

He looked at her through the bathroom mirror because she was standing in the closet behind him. He was grooming the edges of his short beard in the mirror. He was shirtless with a towel slung low on his hips, and the bricks of his abs contracted as he leaned over to inspect his work. “Do what?”

“Wash my clothes and stuff. I’m perfectly capable of doing my own laundry. If you’ll just point me toward your washing machine or a laundromat, I can do it.”

Tristan raised one eyebrow at her. “Put your laundry in the bin like a good little.”

An hour later, a black car was waiting for them on the quay at the end of the yacht club, and a chauffeur opened the door to the backseat for Colleen and Tristan.

“Where are we going?” she asked him.

“My favorite place for lunch. You’ll see.”

She knew that smug smile. Tristan was up to something.

No matter what he thought of the nickname, he was twisty.

The chauffeur drove around the streets of Monaco, taking hairpin turns with much more care than the driver had on their way from the heliport, and then he drove straight toward a buttery yellow stone wall.

And he kept driving straight at it.

The wall zoomed toward the car.