“Of course, she does.” Bones snorted. “The woman runs a non-existent shadow unit within the CIA. Why wouldn’t she have people waiting in the wings to make a scene like this disappear?”
“The job does come with its perks.” Coulter wrapped an arm around Alex and pulled her close.
“You gonna miss it?” Garrett asked, referring to his earlier vow to leave the agency once the case against Crawford was closed.
“What’s to miss?” He looked down at Alex with a smile and more love than he knew he possessed. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”
A woman who loved him, a brother who always had his back, and a team of men who’d accepted him as one of their own. For the first time in his life, Coulter felt as though his world was finally complete. And suddenly, he felt like the luckiest bastard in the world.
EPILOGUE
Two months later . . .
“Is everyone ready?” Alex stared out at the close-knit group with a smile and waited.
The men and women of Tac-Ops stood together in Garrett and Avery’s back yard. But this wasn’t their typical cookout. Today was special, because the expectant parents were about to learn the sex of their unborn child.
Alex knew. Aside from Avery’s OBGYN, she was theonlyone who knew whether her sister’s baby would be her nephew or niece.
“Just do it, already!” Colt yelled before flashing her a wink and a grin.
God, I love that man.
It was still crazy to think of all that had happened. Crawford was dead; his trafficking empire was stillcrumbling at its core, and she was in love with Coulter Morgan.
The best part?
He loves me back.
And if she ever started to doubt his feelings, all Alex had to do was look into his crystal blue eyes, and she was instantly reminded. Every glance. Every stare. The proof was there every time he looked her way.
It was also in the form of a beautiful diamond currently taking up residence on her left ring finger.
I can’t believe we’re engaged.
That same thought had run through her mind at least once a day since he’d proposed shortly after her harrowing ordeal. And every time it did, she smiled.
Like now, as Colt’s high-pitched whistle tore through the afternoon air. When she looked her fiancé’s way, Alex found him making a circle with his hand as a sign to hurry this thing along.
She chuckled before turning to Avery, whose baby bump was finally starting to show. “You ready?”
“Yes! Please hurry, sis.” Avery gave an emphatic, pleading nod. “I seriously can’t take the suspense much longer.”
“I’d listen to her, Al.” Garrett grinned. “You don’t pull that thing in the next few seconds, she’s liable to yank it out of your hand and do it herself.”
More laughter ensued as Alex prepared to pull the string. Once she did, the sides of the giant box would collapse, and the balloons that were inside would go flying.
“Okay, y’all,” she hollered. “Count with me.”
She and the group counted down together.
“Three . . . two . . . one!”
Alex pulled the string. The four sides of the box fell open. A slew of balloons filled with helium rose high into the air.
Blue balloons because?—
“It’s a boy!” Avery squealed as Garrett picked her up and spun her around with glee.
