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I open the door slowly, taking care that the hinges don’t squeak. Simon lies on his side, facing me. He’s fast asleep, exhausted by the excitement of the party. Shafts of moonlight from his windows bathe his face in silver-white light. He looks like an alabaster angel.

I’m grateful to Hez, but I’m not thrilled that he’ll be staying. My former and future brother-in-law is too clever for his own good or anyone else’s. With Beckett and his puppet, Deke Willard, behind bars, everyone will assume our little operation has been wrapped up with a Christmas bow—and Beckett and Deke are smart enough not to say otherwise. But Hez is sharp enough to see the loose ends on that bow and start pulling on them. Hez needs to leave as soon as possible, and he needs to take Savannah with him.

No, I won’t worry about that. Not tonight.