Epilogue After the Epilogue Cade
A COUPLE OF WEEKS LATER
“So, spill the beans, Mr. Lawyer,” Kennedy blurts out late one night, snuggling against my chest.
“Regarding what matter?”
“I want to know what you did with the panties you took from me. You know. Back then.”
“Haha.” I laugh out loud and shake my head. “Yes, I’m sure you’d like to know! Also, for the record, I didn’t take them, you gave them to me. You left them on my desk. They were a gift.”
“I only left them there because you made me. Technically, they weren’t a gift. A gift implies something voluntary.”
“Sorry, I’m afraid I can’t concur with that assessment. There was a note included to your boss—me—if memory serves, delivering some delicious motivation to kick-start my day, and boy, did it do the trick.”
“Cade!”
I grin. “What?”
“So, you kept them?”
“Of course I did,” I growl.
“And? What did you do with them?”
Her eyes sparkle when she glances up to meet my eyes, and I can see she’s dying to know the answer. I lean down close to her ear, my lips grazing her skin. “That’s for me to know and you to never find out,” I rumble in the low growl that always makes her forget she even has a name. Or panties, for that matter.
“Pretty please?” she begs me.
I straighten back up, eyes on her. “Sorry, counsel. No can do.”
“Don’t make me sue you!”
“Ha. You want to take me to court? Go ahead.”
“Maybe I will. We both know I could outmaneuver you in the courtroom any day.” She shrugs her shoulders, poker face on point.
My smirk widens. “If you really want to bring an ‘action’ against me, yeah, I have a much better idea.”
“Cade! Stop changing the topic. Be serious. I mean it.”
I adopt my most serious expression. “I am dead serious,” I declare.
“Quit dodging the question,” she persists. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“I don’t have to.”
“No. You do have to. We’re engaged.”
“Pretty strong case there, counsel, but no. It’s classified.”
“Ohhh, you.” She shakes her head. “The lawyer leapt right out of you when you said that.”
“Yep. Guilty as charged.”
She pokes my side, making me squirm. “Fine, I’ll sweeten the deal,” she says. “I’ll throw in a batch of my famous chocolate-covered strawberries.”
“Tempting, but not tempting enough. Tell you what,” I say, relenting, “if you really need to know—I dare you to repeat your little stunt. You just might find out what ‘Lawzilla’ does with the souvenirs naughty little girls leave in his office.”
“Maybe I will.”
“But fair warning,” I rumble. “If I catch you, there will be no mitigation of punishment this time. I’ll pursue the maximum sentence.”
I see excitement in her eyes. “Fine. But here’s a fair warning to you. You’ll never catch me. Did you forget I’m Lawzilla’s better half?I’ll outmaneuver you at every turn,” she challenges, holding out her hand for me to shake.
I reach for her hand. “Wanna bet?”
The End
Thank you for reading my novel. Curious about Harper? Her story is coming. She needs a husband. Simple enough. Except… not really.
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