“Oh, wow,” Harlow said. “Does she live up to her nickname? The Ice Princess? They say she’s haughty, proper, and has been linked to a bunch of princes and dukes all over Europe. She’s been engaged three times.”

Rome sucked back some beer. “She’s very…royal.”

Easton narrowed his gaze. There was something in Rome’s eyes… It made Easton wonder just what Princess Sofia was like.

“Rome and the Princess.” Harlow clapped her hands together. “I can’t wait to see this.”

“Live it up,” Rome rumbled.

Eventually, their group moved to the table. Everyone was eating, talking, and laughing.

Easton smiled, his chest feeling full. There was no darkness here.

Harlow leaned into him. “What are you thinking?”

“That I’m fucking happy.” He gripped her jaw. “That everything I did was worth it because I earned you as my reward.”

“Easton.” Emotion was alive in her eyes. “I love you, just as you are, with everything you’ve done, and everything you’ll ever do.”

“I know. I love you, too.”

She leaned closer, and he felt one of her hands slide under the table, and down his abs. His body responded and he gritted his teeth. Hell.

“So, how long until we can go home, Mr. Norcross?”

An image of her flashed in his head. Of her on their bed, naked except for that sapphire nestled between her breasts.

“Whenever you want, Ms. Carlson. I’ll give you everything you want. Always.”

“I only need your love.”

And she’d have it, every minute of every day.

* * *

I hope you enjoyed Easton and Harlow’s story!

There are more Norcross stories on the way. Stay tuned for THE BODYGUARD starring Rome Nash, coming next month on the 27th of April.

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Preview - Mission: Her Protection

It was a beautiful day—ten below zero, and ice as far as the eye could see.

Dr. Rowan Schafer tugged at the fur-lined hood of her arctic parka, and stared across the unforgiving landscape of Ellesmere Island, the northernmost island in Canada. The Arctic Circle lay about fifteen hundred miles to the south, and large portions of the island were covered with glaciers and ice.

Rowan breathed in the fresh, frigid air. There was nowhere else she wanted to be.