Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 132

yway. “Another day, another trophy. Now drink before I tattoo something worse on you midair.”

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They clinked glasses, laughter spilling easy as the jet tilted lower, the desert waiting for them. Inked, tipsy, and buzzing with the kind of victory that never got old.

The jet rolled to a stop, engines humming low as the cabin lights flicked on. Nico stretched, wincing at the tug in his freshly wrapped arm. Dom shoved his phone into his pocket with a sigh.

“Back in Vegas,” Nico muttered. “Bet Enzo’s already pacing.”

“Bet he’s got someone pacing for him,” Dom said dryly.

Lola slipped her glasses off, tucking them into her bag as she stood, travel kit slung over one shoulder. “We’re not heading straight back. I need to stop by the shop.”

Both men groaned in stereo.

“Lo,” Nico said, dragging a hand down his face, “it’s midnight. Can’t this wait until tomorrow?”

She shook her head, smug. “Nope. Travel gear goes in the shop, not Enzo’s penthouse. I’m taking a couple days off, but when I clock back in, I want my kit exactly where I need it. Non–negotiable.”

Dom muttered, “Figures. Half–dead from champagne and she still wants to work.”

“Not work,” Lola corrected sweetly, brushing past them toward the stairs. “Organization. And organization makes me hot.”

Nico shot Dom a look, resigned. “Guess we’re stopping at the shop.”

“Guess so,” Dom sighed, trailing after her.

Outside, the night air clung hot and dry as they ducked into the waiting SUV. Lola curled into her corner of the backseat, travel kit propped on her knees, humming under her breath like she hadn’t just strong–armed two grown men into a midnight detour.

When they finally pulled up to the shop, she was already reaching for the handle. “Ten minutes, tops,” Lola said, popping her seatbelt. “Seriously–it’s gonna be so fast. Just keep the car running. I’m ready to be back at home.”

Dom groaned from the other side. “Lo, I’m dead on my feet. Take Nico.”

She leaned forward between the seats, kissing each of them quick on the cheek before they could keep whining. “Nope. Don’t start. Stay in the car, both of

you. Behave.”

Nico muttered, “Famous last words,” but he didn’t move.

Lola smirked, silver hair swinging as she slipped into the heat of the night.

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vea,

M…

In. Out. Easy.

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