Page 119 of The Silver Fox Vampire

There was so much going on, so many people to greet, it took her a while to make it to Oliver’s side. She found him drinking whiskey out on the little balcony at the back of their new offices.

Oliver glanced at her with so much love in his eyes. “Remember that night you joined me on another balcony in a red dress? If I’d known then that we would be opening our own investigative bureau together…”

“What would you have done differently?”

He put his arm around her, gathering her against him. The smell of pine needles and mountain rain—ah, she would never get enough of that. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Because every moment brought us to where we are now. And I wouldn’t have missed a second of your beautiful, opinionated, stubborn, magickal company, my little vampira.”

“Ditto, beloved,” she said and, letting her fangs sprout just a teeny bit, she reached up and grazed his neck. “A little taste of what’s to come tonight,” she whispered.

“I can’t wait.” His warm as whiskey laugh tickled a curl next to her ear. “Here’s to all the adventures ahead of us.”

“To us.” Clare beamed, as hand in hand they glided back into the busy room to celebrate the beginning of a new and exciting chapter in their lives.