Epilogue

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Oop.

Minutes after Rowan left to "save" Briar

The sound of Rowan's bedroom door slamming reverberated atop the sound of Bugsy rattling his toys.

Seemingly abandoned, Lance, his sister Lace, and Chip glanced at each other.

Chip was the first to clear his throat. "Do you think telling him Briar got kidnapped by twenty men was a little too far when we know she's just with Corbin?"

Lace snorted. "Nah. Let 'im look terrified. Bossette needs someone who's totally freaking out to rescue her. It'll make her lil evil heart sing with glee."

A grim smile tugged on the scar Lance received when he was a kid and dared to wake his sister before noon. "You know she's not wrong."

"And, yet," Chip countered, "that doesn't make it right."

Popping up off the couch, Lace threw her arm around her dear, sweet husband and beamed. "Don't be a pussy, cookie. We need to get a good move in the game every so often. Bossette would be proud, and that's good for morale."

Sighing, and perhaps blushing, Chip shook his head. "Fine. You know her best."

She grinned. "Exactly true. Which is why Rowan's file just happened to be left out where she could find it, many moons ago."

Lance braced his arms across his chest and sighed, fondly. "What's that thing Bossette's parents always taught us?"

"Life's a game," Chip murmured.

"So ya better learn to play."

This concludes THAT TIME I PLAYED THE MAFIA BOSS! Thank you for reading Rowan and Briar's story.

If you want more dark romcoms with chaotic therapy themes, keep a look out for the next installment in the That Time Tall Guys Required Therapy series.

They're tall.

They're hot.

They really should seek professional assistance…

Alas. I never gave them any insurance.