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He slid the ring on her finger.
Then she smacked his arm. “My God, you proposed to me on the floor while we were both naked.”
His gaze traveled down her body. “I’m not sorry.”
She laughed. She wasn’t either. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
A moment later, Cain rose in that display of strength she loved.
“Bedroom,” he said. “I want to make love to my fiancée.”
* * *
A few months later
Cain walkedinto the swanky Manhattan restaurant and raised a brow. Nice of the asshole hacker they were about to bring down to pick such a nice place for his lunch.
A waitress spotted him and stopped to give him a long, interested look. He smiled, but kept walking.
He had a woman, and he had no interest in any others. Besides, his feisty tech goddess would stop all his electronics from working if he even looked at another woman.
He was totally okay with that. He only wanted Jet.
He spotted Devyn and Nick at a table, looking like business colleagues out for lunch. Sitting alone, at a table by the windows, was Kevin Sanders aka the hacker known as Vagabond.
Cain didn’t let his gaze linger long on the man. But he already knew that Sanders was twenty-seven, five foot nine, with a slim build, and brown hair. He worked as a computer programmer by day, but on the side, he hacked government and corporate servers, stole sensitive information, and threatened to make it public unless a ransom was paid.
Needless to say, no one was very happy about that. Especially not the FBI field office he’d hacked. The government had hired Sentinel Security to take him down.
Cain’s gaze fell on the woman sitting at the far end of the bar. His lips quirked.
His pixie was wearing a fitted, gray skirt and a silky, green tank top. Her hair was loose, the beautiful pink tips almost brushing her slim shoulders. His heart squeezed and his cock got excited.
Yeah, that’s my girl.
He forced himself to the other end of the bar. They couldn’t tip Sanders off yet.
After the guy was arrested, then Cain could claim his woman and drag her home, and get his hands under that skirt.
Home.
Over the last few months, Jet had thrown herself into making one for him. They’d redecorated a few things in their apartment. They cooked together every night. She dragged them out on weekends—to picnics, to concerts, museums, long walks around Manhattan playing tourist.
She made him laugh. She came alive for him in bed. And at work, she still sassed him and let him get away with nothing.
Jet “Hex” Adler was the best fucking thing that ever happened to him.
And the second-best thing was accepting Killian’s job offer. Cain loved working at Sentinel Security.
He ordered a beer that he didn’t plan to drink. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sanders eating a steak and smirking.
The guy was expecting a big payday for his latest hack.
It’s not coming, asshole. Cain pretended to sip his beer and glanced at the other end of the bar. He saw Jet lazily tapping on her tablet. A businesswoman out for a working lunch.
Then Killian strode into the restaurant, his suit jacket flaring open. He strode past Cain, his gaze locked on Sanders.
Show time.
