“I swear.” Colin kept his eyes on his father. “I also promised God to behave if you didn’t die,” he said more earnestly this time, his voice cracking. “I will not do the thing that you two have been busy doing. Not until I’m older and out of the house as promised.” He rested his hand over his chest, turning it into a fist.

I stole a look at Constantine, checking his reaction. “I trust you,” he said firmly.

“Phew, good.” Colin dropped his hands to his lap. “Why are you dressed like that, by the way? You look like you’re about to go kill a guy, but like, in an office.”

Constantine glanced at me, his lips twisting with mild amusement. I could hear the words pinging around in his head.

Just like me, too, I know. “Your dad has a thing he just has to do.” I accepted his coffee a beat later.

“Just a small thing.” Constantine held his fingers open to show a smidge. When he widened them a bit more, I cracked up.

I set aside the cup before I spilled hot coffee on myself, and he captured me in his arms, taking me off guard. I couldn’t help the yelp that escaped me any more than I could contain that laughter.

“If you’ll excuse me, son, I need a word with your mother.” The man literally tossed me over his shoulder and started walking before I realized my feet had left the floor.

Colin laughed. “Have at it.”

Constantine took me from the kitchen toward our bedroom, spanking my ass on the way. Once we were alone in the room with the door shut, he set me down.

“What about your meeting?” I arched a brow as I started unbuttoning my shirt.

He tossed his suit jacket and went for his tie. “Revenge can wait until this afternoon.” He closed the space between us and caught my chin in his hand. Just before he slanted his mouth over mine, he huskily declared, “But I can’t.”

Epilogue

Constantine

Later That Fall

“Whatcha got there?”

At the sight of my intern, Blair, setting a file on my desk, I folded Bianca’s note and returned it to my wallet. I still liked to read it on occasion. However, after our brief moment in Heaven together, I was far more at peace now whenever I looked at it.

“Don’t you knock?” I flicked my wrist, waving her away with a smile.

“Mm, only when your wife is here. Never know if you’re . . . you know.”

She wasn’t exactly exaggerating. The number of times my wife had visited me while I was at the office, both this one and my security firm, and we’d wound up having sex? More than I could count.