She stepped away from him and held his hand. “Let’s move over here.” She led him back toward the wall, away from tables, and dancers. He leaned one big shoulder against the wall and waited.
“Not long ago, Mia was put in a precarious situation. Her boyfriend, Logan, is an FBI agent. She was willing to give herself up to save us. The thing is, no one had anything on her. Her hands were clean.”
“Then why would she take the fall? Obviously, it worked out for her.”
“She was willing to confess because she cares about us. The same reason my friend Audrey sent you that package of information. We’re more than a team. We’re family.”
“How many people have you helped?”
“Hundreds. We can’t solve all the problems, but we can ease the pressure. Give them some breathing room.”
“And they don’t know who you are or where the money comes from?”
“Nope. All anonymous.”
A slow smile spread on his face. “Then I guess that makes you better than Robin Hood. Everyone knew who he was.”
“Does that mean you’re willing to give us a shot?”
“I think so.”
She squealed and jumped up to hug him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
“One condition.”
“Anything.”
“No lies. I’d rather have the hard truth than soft lies because you think you’re protecting me.”
She remembered her conversation with Nikki about trying to protect those they love and the futile nature of it. “I can do that.”
“Good. Then let’s get the hell out of here. I can barely breathe in this thing.”
As they headed out into the chilly night air, hand in hand, London couldn’t help but think about the magic of Christmas. And Ezra’s questions about continuing and helping more people fired ideas in her brain.
Maybe they could do more...
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If you haven’t readthe rest of the Counterfeit Capers series, read on for an excerpt from book 1 -It Takes a Thief
It Takes a Thief
Excerpt
December
Jared waved at the doorman as he made his way to the elevator. He spent enough time here that no one expected him to sign in. When Mia first moved in, they stopped him every time, worried that he was an overbearing lover. The thought still made him cringe. Explaining that they were cousins gave him a pass to go up to her apartment without question.
When the door swung open, Mia looked surprised to see him. “What are you doing here?”
“Happy birthday.” He bent and kissed her cheek. “Did you think I would let you spend your thirtieth alone?”
“Who says I plan to be alone?”
He glanced around the empty room, taking note of the open bottle of wine on the table and single glass beside it, and raised an eyebrow. The woman had lived barely above hermit status for years. She worked, spent time with her mother, and came home to a tastefully and artfully decorated condo. Alone. She’d been gun-shy ever since her engagement ended in a very public humiliation. Her face was free of makeup and she had her thick black hair tied back. She wouldn’t let a new man see her bedtime routine, even though she still looked regal. Mia was like her mother in that way.
She huffed. “Fine. So I’m alone. I have things to do. Plans to make.”