Rebirth of the Billionaire’s Substitute Bride
After a while of deliberating on it, I decided to give in.
"Deal," I whispered, smiling up at him. "But first, we have a federal facility to break into."
Aziel straightened up, his eyes shining. "Then eat up, mastermind. Tomorrow night, we go ghost hunting."
By mid-afternoon the next day, the thrill of the pizza date had been faded away. I was in the sub-basement gym, running through close-quarters disarming drills while Aziel was upstairs, locked in a conference call with his international logistics directors, prepping the Lockwood legal team for the fallout of our impending heist.
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