Mostly.

See, my new job with the CIA involves a whole lot of, well, secretive stuff. Working undercover set me up for a pretty awesome position with clandestine intelligence. And I’m currently using that position to make sure Terry Morrow pays. Some paperwork I signed off on, a list he’s been added to, and the piece of shit is about to disa-fucking-pear. Multiple different files will have him listed at multiple different black-sites. At some point, I’ll shuffle them again, and anyone who’s even bothering to look for a missing two-bit thug will lose the trail pretty quick.

Is it an abuse of power? Sure. Is it wrong? Not in my damn opinion. I’ve seen what he did to those girls, and the idea of him getting away with it is what’s wrong. Which is why I’m making sure he pays.

I can hear the small cargo plane’s engine now, and I watch as the landing gear lowers as it drops out of the sky. The plane banks slightly left, and then right, and then it drops, and I swallow, feeling my pulse skip.

God I can’t wait to see them.

I didn’t leave a way of getting in touch when I sent them the secret message a week ago. All I told them was where to meet, and when.

Oh, and what I had for them.

But this will be the first time I’ve seen them or talked to them—and a girl can always hope—touched them, in two months.

The tires squeal as the plane touches down, kicking up dust and rubber smoke as it slows. I watch as it taxies towards me, waiting at the end of the runway leaning against the Jeep, and I feel my skin tingle.

It’s time.

The plane stops, and so does my pulse for a second as I make my way towards it. Terry’s still tied up and gagged in the back of the Jeep, but I’m not even thinking about that piece of shit as engines on the plane cut off. The back cargo door slowly starts to lower, and I stop, my hands clenching into nervous fists.

And then, there they are, and my heart just soars.

They’re even more gorgeous than I remember—tall and brooding and so masculine looking. They start to walk down the gangway, and when my eyes catch theirs, my stomach knots. I’ve gone over what I want to say to them a million different times and come up with a million different ways to say it. But as they step towards me, those piercing eyes of theirs burning right into me and so full of heat, I forget every single one of them.

“Okay, it’s not exactly my best apology—”

I don’t get a chance to finish, because suddenly, the both of them are just on me.

I gasp as Clay’s hands grab me, pulling me up into him as he spins me around. I moan as he crushes his lips to mine, kissing me fiercely and hungrily, taking my breath away and sending me reeling. He pulls away, and suddenly it’s Eamon who’s pulling me into his arms, dipping me low as he kisses me slow and deep and possessively, until my toes are curling and my pulse is hammering in my ears.

“You don’t have a single goddamn thing to apologize for, sweetness,” Eamon growls lowly, grinning at me before he moves in to kiss my neck. I whimper as Clay kisses my lips again, both of them holding me so tight right there on the runway.

“I—I should have told—”

“You owed us nothing, angel,” Clay groans, shaking his head. “Nothing at all. And yet, you gave us so fucking much.”

His eyes burn right into mine, a fierce smile spreading over his face.

“You gave us all of you, and, baby girl?” He growls lowly, shaking his head slowly. “We’ve spent the last two months in hell without you.”

I bite my lip, heat flushing through my cheeks and my eyes glistening as I look at the both of them.

“I missed you so fucking much.”

They groan, pulling me close and nuzzling into my neck, their powerful hands sliding over my body and tugging me tight to them as I breathe them in. And for the first time in months, I finally feel whole again.

“You’re taking a huge risk doing this, Phoebe,” Eamon says quietly. He shakes his head. “I don’t know if we can let you do this.”

“You can, and it’s not that big a risk. I made sure Terry made his way into a potential terrorist database.” I shrug, grinning slightly. “I mean, he is a terrorist to young, at risk girls, that’s for fucking sure.”

Clay grimaces. “You read the file on the thumb drive.”

I nod before shaking the horrible thoughts of Terry’s crimes from my head.

“Well, he’s all yours now.”

“Thank you,” Clay grumbles, nodding slowly.

“Are you…” I clear my throat. “Are you going to do it here?”

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