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Jameson heard the threat inherent in that sentence. As much as he wanted to know what the hell this was how the hell any of this was possible—Avery was the one thing that he would not, could not risk.

Fear wasn't justice in your veins or a beast at your throat. Fear was loving someone so fiercely that there was no point in your heart beating if hers did not.

"What happens in the tree house..." Grayson said, his voice thick with emotion.

"Stays in the tree house," Xander, Jameson, and Nash finished as one. All four of them took a drink of the black champagne. All four of them felt the moment—Xander knew they did.

"Always," Nash said, his voice coming out rough and low. "Lib and me getting married won't change that. It won't change us. This."

Silently, Grayson raised his glass all the way up. One by one, the others did the same.

"I'm livin' my life on my terms. Getting married to a girl of my choosing. Helping people, when and where I want to. Someday, Lib and me, we'll have a family, and our kids?" Nash's whiskey-smooth voice grew thick "They will always be enough for me." Nash looked down at the deop and didn't so much as blink. "Let the great Tobias Hawthorne chew on that."

"Avery?" Grayson took a step toward me, and his lips curved into one of those very Grayson Hawthorne smiles, subtle but true. "You win."

On the front, I'd gone for a familiar Latin phrase. EST UNUS EX NOBIS. NOS DEFENDAT EIUS. It was something Grayson had said about me once. On the back, I'd opted for English, something that I had said to him.

IT GOES BOTH WAYS.

Grayson's fingers closed around the rock and he looked up, his eyes locking on to mine once more.

Last Christmas, we'd been together, but I hadn't been his and he hadn't been mine the way we were now.

"Just for the record..." Jameson told me, standing and reaching for my hand, pulling me inward, like we'd just been transported to a ballroom and this was our dance. "When I take out enough targets to inherit your name, my present will be beyond perfect." He smiled that dangerous, heady smile of his.

"You're perfect," I said, my voice a little rough. "You know that?"

"I think you might be confusing me with someone else,"Jameson quipped.

I gave him a look. "Never."

Your mom was beautiful," he said softly. "She had your smile."

In other words: He was definitely the person who'd found the photograph. A lump rose in my throat. "I think most people would probably say that I have hers," I told him.

"I have other pictures." Jameson brought his hand to my hair again, tucking another stray wisp behind my ear. "For you, Heiress—and not a part of the game."

"Game ends Christmas morning," Nash told Libby and me, but he had eyes only for her. "Perfect presents take time""