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Eighteen months later…

V
irgil watched Peyton as she got up from her lounge chair to go inside the house and get more drinks. They were close to the baby’s due date and that made him worry about her. He’d asked her to request some time off work—he’d received his $700,000 settlement and his own business was going well enough that they didn’t need the income. But she’d refused. She said she was still too new at the federal correctional institution in Cumberland, Maryland, and that she had two months before she’d need to take maternity leave. She didn’t want to be a weak link. And there was no talking her out of it.

At least she was working with medium-security offenders now; she seemed to enjoy her job, and she insisted that she felt great. She certainly looked good. But as far as Virgil was concerned, that had always been the case. As the pregnancy progressed, she complained about water retention and getting fat, but he knew how excited she was to be able to have this baby, and all he saw was the woman he loved.

Rex pointed to the article Virgil had found online this morning and printed out to show them. “So Rick Wallace has finally been sentenced.”

“All thanks to Mona,” Virgil responded with a chuckle. “What were the chances?” If she hadn’t told Pretty Boy—Rex—how Shady had learned of Virgil’s whereabouts, he probably would’ve gotten away with what he’d done.

“Took them long enough,” Rex said.

Virgil picked up his beer. His sister, Laurel, and the kids were in the yard, playing with a kiddie pool. They’d come for the party, but he saw her often. She lived just down the street. “Losing his job and spending five years behind bars won’t be easy on him. But it’s too bad he’ll be doing time at a medium-security prison instead of the kind we used to know.”

Rex scowled. “In my opinion, he deserves more than he got. Why do you think they went so easy on him?”

Virgil squinted against the sun as he glanced at the barbecue, where he had some chicken and burgers grilling. “He had no prior record and wasn’t the one who gave up Laurel’s whereabouts, so he got off easy. Unless you count Meeks and Shady, no one actually died as a result of his actions. If they could’ve blamed the marshal’s murder on him, it would’ve been a different story.”

“I wish they could figure out who told them how to find Laurel.”

“So do I. But it looks as though it won’t happen.”

Rex’s gaze once again strayed to Laurel, who was refilling the pool.

Virgil nudged his foot under the table.

“What?”
he said.

“You could be a little less obvious, you know.”

His friend scowled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re kidding, right? You drool every time my sister comes within ten feet of you.”

Rex lifted his beer to shield his mouth from Laurel and lowered his voice. “Shut up! She’ll hear you.”

“Seriously, it’s been a year and a half since you first met. You should ask her out.”

“She’ll let me know when she’s ready.”

Virgil got up to check the burgers. “After what she’s been through, she might not recognize when she’s ready,” he murmured. “Make your move.”

Rex whistled under his breath. “She’s something else, isn’t she?”

“She’s a handful. I wouldn’t wish her on my worst enemy,” he teased. “But I already know you’re a glutton for punishment and won’t listen.”

Rex stretched out his legs so he could cross them at the ankles. “Come on, what’re you saying? You’d give your life for her.”

“I know. That’s why I’d like to see her with someone like you.”

His eyebrows shot up. “You mean an ex-con? I’ve never been exonerated….”

“Stop feeling unworthy. You’ve turned your life around.”

“And if our past catches up with us?”

“The Crew won’t ever find us here. We have brand-new identities and we’re living on the opposite side of the country.”

“If we could get used to our new names, Charles Pembroke.”

“We’re getting there, Perry Smith. Ask her out.”

“Nah.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “For a tough guy, you’re sure a chickenshit.”

“Maybe when I have more to offer.”

“What more do you need?” Virgil wanted to know.
“You’ve wanted her since before you even met her, and our business is doing great. That’s plenty to offer.” As a matter of fact, Ex-Con Protection, a bodyguard service, had grown much faster than either of them had expected. By next year, they’d each be making more than Peyton. And it wasn’t hard to make more than Laurel, since she couldn’t seem to settle into any one thing. Virgil worried about her. Although their uncle was finally in prison serving a fifteen-year sentence, their mother had settled down with yet another man in L.A. and their lives had become considerably calmer, his sister still seemed restless. He wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to forget everything that had happened, but he knew from experience that it would help her heal if she could find someone special to love.

“You’re perfect for her,” he said.

“I don’t know, man.” Rex rearranged the appetizers on his plate before risking another glance at Virgil’s sister. “What if she shuts me down?”

“Then she shuts you down. What have you got to lose? She’s not in your bed at night as it is.”

Rex blew out a sigh. “Oh, what the hell. I’ve had just enough beer to let you talk me into this.” Taking one last swallow, he crushed his can, tossed it in the recycle bucket and walked over to talk to Laurel.

Peyton returned to find Viril watching Rex and Laurel while he flipped the burgers and Mia and Jake splashed in the pool. “What’s going on?” she asked.

He took her hand and kissed her knuckles, then jerked his head toward Laurel and Rex. “I think he’s finally going to ask her out.”