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insurance payout since he took his own life, but with the amount of money the man had, that didn’t matter.
Kaeden watched as Jane said goodbye to her mom that night, knowing for the first time in a long time, she could go home and not be frightened that something might happen when she wasn’t with her.
He held her hand as they walked to the car, but stopped to pull her into his arms before they reached it.
“I love you, Jane. I’ve known that for a long time and this is probably the least romantic way to tell you, but I want you to know. I love you.”
Jane’s eyes met his and he saw the happiness in her gaze that made him know they could tackle whatever came their way together. “I love you too, Kaeden. Completely and totally. Even if you are controlling and you have too many lists and schedules, and you—”
He interrupted her with a kiss. A long one meant to show her deep in her heart that when he said “I love you,” he meant it with all of his.
The End
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you loved the last of the Sutton Billionaires Series. But, listen, it's not over yet! You can keep visiting your Sutton family and friends in two other series I've written. The first is a trilogy of books called Sutton Capital Intrigue. It starts with Cutthroat, then Cut and Run, and Cut to the Chase. The books each have their own hero and heroine (with all the sexy, steamy lusciousness you love) but there's a mystery that spans all three of the books. Grab Cutthroat here and binge now!
After that, head to The Sutton Capital On the Line Series. Those books take the steamy romance and put them into police procedural mysteries that will have you turning pages well into the night. Sorry about that, by the way! Grab the first of those, Pure Vengeance, here and binge now!
Read on for chapter one of Cutthroat:
CHAPTER ONE
It wasn't the name on the envelope that stopped Jaxon Cutter, even though the name Michaela Kent was enough to make him still for a split second. It was the fact the envelope existed at all.
“Who’s Michaela Kent?” He called the question over his shoulder to his friend. The apartment was small. He knew damned well Leo heard the question, but the once-homeless veteran didn’t acknowledge it.
Jax flipped the eggs in the frying pan, the scent of butter filling the kitchen. The sound of gruff laughter behind him joined the pop and sizzle coming from the pan.
“Still makes me laugh every time I see it.” Leo Kent crossed the small space of the studio apartment and dropped into a chair.
Jax shot him a grin over his shoulder. He knew what his friend was referring to. It was what had started the unlikely friendship in the first place. A tattoo he’d gotten soon after losing part of his leg below the knee.
The black tattoo on his right calf was designed to look like somebody had written on his leg in magic marker. The word POSER hovered over an arrow that pointed to the prosthesis on his left leg. The tattoo was a prime example of Jax’s wry sense of humor.
It wasn’t the only tattoo to grace his skin. He had tribal work from the top of his shoulder down most of one arm, and a few other pieces on his back. He’d celebrated his freedom after leaving the Navy with a few pieces that required multiple hours in the chair. Nowadays sailors could have more tattoos under looser restrictions, but when he’d been in, his tattoos would have landed him in hot water.
“Always happy to be your entertainment,” Jax said, turning back to the stove. It wasn’t uncommon for Jax to stop by Leo’s apartment for breakfast after his morning run. He wasn’t sure if the older man would eat if Jax didn’t swing by to be sure.
Their meeting had been a chance one, but they’d hit it off right away. When Jax had taken a break from his run two years back, Leo had spotted the tattoo and laughed so hard he almost choked. The Gulf War vet had his own prosthetic leg but didn't have the fancy tattoo to go with it.
Leo’s amputation was above-the-knee, unlike Jax’s below-the-knee. From what he knew, Jax should be grateful for that. There was a lot more pain and discomfort involved with wearing a prosthesis on an above-the-knee