“What happened?” I asked, completely enthralled with his story.
“Five and Seven were there with more weapons, including some nasty ones. They weren’t going to risk lives over it.” His lip twitched as he thought back.
“Wow.”
“The Cleaners are done,” he said, his lips pursed in a thin line. “Basically, we retired. We came to a consulting agent status and training position settlement versus in the field.”
“Does that mean we’re moving?”
He ran his fingers over my bump and let out a sigh. “I’m not sure anymore. This changes things.”
“Would they know who I am? Who I was?”
He nodded. “I took care of it. The destruction of the ME’s office was deemed a gas line explosion. Paisley Warren was inside.”
“But the news…”
He shook his head. “Your involvement with me, all that happened with Nine and One, your knowledge of the Cleaners. It was decided you know too much to go back.”
“So, you have an identity again?” I asked. He nodded. “Am I ever going to know your real name?”
He smirked and reached over the edge of the bed, down to the floor. “Now that I’m official.” He held out a badge—Isaac Collins.
“Isaac…” I trailed off. “You used your real last name?”
He nodded. “Sometimes the best camouflage is hiding in plain sight.”
My brow scrunched up. “What do I call you? Six or Isaac?”
“Say my real name again.”
“Isaac.”
He made a humming sound. “That one.”
“Me too.” Leaning down, I pressed my lips to his, savoring what was the first of many kisses in our new life.
For the first time since he pointed his gun at me, I felt like I had a future. Funny how things changed. Sometimes, when I closed my eyes, I could still see the barrel of his gun. It was a sight I’d never forget.
I’d never forget any of it, but I did forgive him. Because loving him was so much better than hating him.
My devil.
My captor.
My husband.
My Six.
The End