She didn’t move. Her hand was still on his shoulder, and his hand was still on her waist, and the song was doing something with piano that neither of them was listening to.
“Let me know if you need any more rescuing.” She rose up and kissed him. Slow, deliberate, the kind of kiss that didn’t care about the three hundred people in the room or the operation they were running or the fact that she had a team waiting for her in a van two blocks away.
She pulled back. Her hand came up to his jaw, her thumb tracing the line of it.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you, too.”
She held his gaze for one more second. Then she stepped out of his frame, turned, and walked toward the door.
Isaac watched her go. The black dress, the easy steps. Every one of them steady and sure and completely without pain. He had never seen anything more beautiful.
In two weeks, she’d be his wife. Then they had forever. He couldn’t wait.
He straightened his jacket and turned back to the room.
Time to take down some predators.
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