Epilogue
Two weeks later, Sam and I snuggled together, still blissful from our latest round of passion. We’d both played hooky from work and spent the afternoon making love in his massive bed. I’d never been happier in my entire life. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve Sam, but I was damn sure going to do everything in my power to keep him. Bad karma, or no karma.
A loud crackle sounded, startling me out of my dreamy reverie.
“What’s that?” I whispered, pulling the sheets up to my chin.
“The intercom.” Sam pushed a button on the wall next to the bed.
“Um, guys?” Henry’s voice echoed through the room. “I really hate to . . . interrupt, but we’ve got a bit of a situation.”
“What sort of situation?” Sam asked.
“The chief just e-mailed me some information about a new group of ubervillains in town. They’ve robbed a couple of museums today, and the police are chasing them. With no success of course. We need to stop them before they level the city.”
“We’ll be there shortly,” Sam said.
“Roger that. Over and out.”
Sam flicked off the intercom. “It looks like we’ll just have to wait to pick up where we left off later. Unfortunately, untimely interruptions are part of the job.”
“I understand.” I smiled. “I guess it’s time we went to work.”
I started to rise, but Sam pulled me back down on top of him. “We still have a few minutes left.” His fingers began their familiar route down my body.
I shivered at the wicked, wanton light in his silvery eyes. “Then let’s make the most of it,” I whispered before lowering my lips to his.