Entice

Epilogue

Nixon

“Admit it.” I kissed the top of Trace’s forehead. “It was romantic.”

She turned in my arms, her naked body sliding against mine as she straddled me, her hair falling in a current across her face. “Fine. I’ll admit it.”

“All you have to do is say the words.” I put my hands behind my head and smirked.

“You suck.”

“Say it.”

“You’re a romantic sex god with mafia mojo.”

“And that…” I smacked her ass. “…is what you get for saying I lacked in the romance department when I hired Luca to marry us.”

“He tried to kill you,” she said through clenched teeth. “I apologize if I don’t find your killer marrying us romantic.”

“It’s pretty bad ass when you think about it.” I shrugged. “Like your husband.”

“This marriage isn’t big enough for you and your ego.”

“Guess that means you’ll have to go…” My voice died off.

Trace smacked me in the arm then reached for her gun on the nightstand.

“Have I ever told you how hot it is when you point a gun at me? No?”

She put the gun down and kissed me instead. Much better. We’d decided to honeymoon in Vegas for the next week and plan an escape vacation in another month, once things had settled a bit with Tex and his situation with the Campisi family. The way it looked was that one of us was going to have to go to Sicily for an extended stay.

At the sharp pounding on the door, I clenched my fists and yelled, “Go away!”

They knocked harder.

Grumbling, I got out of bed, threw on a bathrobe, and pulled open the door. Chase was standing there as if he’d just seen a ghost.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Tex and Mo.” He shook his head. “They’re gone.”