He kissed her, going deep. A trio of clearing voices caught him, and he reluctantly released her mouth. For now. “Chalton?”
Chalton handed over the tablet. “Here’s the frequency. You were right. It’s the same one we hacked. Simple but efficient.”
Theo took the tablet, read the code, and then quickly started typing. Then he hit ENTER.
Ginny gasped and kicked out her leg. The anklet went flying across the room to hit a counter and fall hard.
She breathed out several times.
Saul groaned and tried to roll over.
“Hell no.” She stomped over and kicked him with the foot that had had to balance that anklet for so long. Then she kicked him again in the ribs. Hard. Then again.
“Should we stop her?” Chalton asked mildly.
Theo shrugged. “No. Let her play.”
She kicked Saul in the temple, and the shifter fell into unconsciousness again. Her chest heaving, Ginny looked up and grinned.
God, she was beautiful.
Then she slowly looked around at all the jewelry on the ground.
“No,” Theo said automatically.
She bit her lip. “Well? Who owns this place?”
“Saul does,” Benny said quietly. “Always has.”
Ginny did something that looked like a cross between a happy hop and a charge for the nearest emeralds lying all over the demolished floor. “If Saul owns these, they’re coming home with me.” Then she looked up, delight in her eyes. “Right, Theo?”
He couldn’t help it. The woman was definitely a thief because she’d stolen his heart and it had taken him this long to realize it. If she wanted to steal, especially from a jerk who’d hurt her, Theo would make it happen. “Right, sweetheart. Let me find you a big bag.”
Yeah. This was definitely love. The forever kind.
Epilogue
Helen Reese kicked her feet atop the coffee table and sipped on heavily laced eggnog in her comfortable living room. The lights on the tree twinkled in tune with the festive music from the hidden speakers. Contentment filled her along with the warmth. Her three boys were mated and in love, all gathered around the Christmas tree with strong and modern women.
“You did good.” Benny sat next to her on the couch after having spiked the eggnog, his gaze on the younger generation. He flattened his boots on the coffee table, loudly breaking it in two.
She sighed and let her feet fall to the floor as the coffee table did the same. “Benjamin,” she murmured. Centuries ago, she’d mated his brother, and Benny had becomeherbrother. Even now that she’d been widowed for so long, she loved him as a brother. A pain-in-the-behind brother, but family nonetheless.
He snorted, his boots smashing the fallen magazines. “Sorry.”
She shrugged. “It’s just furniture.” Then she smiled. “I did do good.” Sure, she’d committed treason and possibly espionage when she’d maneuvered Chalton and Olivia together, but just look how happy they were.
Chalton leaned against the wall, his legs extended, his arm around his pretty Olivia. She rested against him, so much smaller than the vampire. She talked animatedly with Ronnie, who sat on Jared’s lap on the settee, idly playing with his dark hair. Even after all these years, Jared still looked like a pirate. Helen grinned at her eldest son.
Benny patted his flat belly. “Yep. A journalist, a police psychologist, and a thief. All good mates for the boys.”
“Yes,” Helen murmured. She’d done it. Now that Theo had mated Ginny, they were all happily mated and would hopefully soon give her grandchildren. “You’re next, Ben.”
He snorted and drank his eggnog in one gulp. “Nope. Not me.”
Helen turned toward him. He was huge, even for a vampire soldier. Solid barrel of a chest, long legs, dangerous hands. With his black hair and greenish-black eyes, he looked like a compilation of her sons. But bigger. “Why haven’t you ever mated?”
He lifted a shoulder the size of a small mountain. “Why would I?”
