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  All cards were on the table. There would be no more hiding.

  Epilogue

  Michelle grinned at the reflection in the mirror of her in a navy cap and gown. She adjusted the gold silk tassels that hung around her neck.

  “Wait, something’s caught on the end.” Sark, dressed in a navy suit, stepped over to lift the end and fiddle with it. “I can’t untangle it. Maybe you’ll have better luck.”

  She looked down, frowning. What could be caught? They were going to be late if they didn’t get moving. Her parents would freak out if she wasn’t there to get her diploma when her name was called. Not to mention, after years of busting her butt both working and going to school, she refused to miss the culmination for anything.

  And then she gasped. An emerald-cut diamond ring winked at her from where Sark had looped it onto the tassel. Gently, lovingly, she slid it off the rope and held it in shaking fingers.

  Sark plucked it from her and started to put it on her ring finger. “Michelle Kolson, will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?”

  She was unable to see him clearly through the tears that filled her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered. Then more clearly, “Yes.”

  His smile spread from ear to ear and he lowered his head for a deep kiss. “I love you. Forever.” And then in typical Sark fashion, he pulled out his phone and glanced at it with a frown. “And now we have to get going. You can’t be late for the ceremony in a gymnasium named after you.”

  Michelle grinned, never tired of hearing the tangible proof of their success. Sark had done it. He’d created the breakthrough software that allowed cell phones to charge without cords. The industry, the whole world, really, had gone wild. She’d been along for the ride, all the ups and downs of it, and now it looked as though they’d be starting a whole new adventure together.

  Acknowledgements

  To the Entangled crew for being enthusiastic about everything. Thank you to the board for making my corporate days such fun and providing the backdrop for this story.

  Author Bio

  By day, Lynne Silver lives the suburban soccer mom life: volunteering with the PTA, doing laundry, and working. By night she enters the sensuous world of alpha males and passionate heroines.

  She calls the nation’s capital home and lives in an old fixer-upper with her husband and their two sons. When not writing romance, she reads it. Lots of it. Over and over and over again, preferably with a bag of M&M’s in hand.