I pushed open closer to them, stopping only beside Klaus and whispering out a breath, requesting him to release my hand from his fiancée. "Anything for my future wife."
"Gotta love two young lovebirds." He slapped the envelope down on my chest. "Here. All of the details on the private flight and chauffeur that will transport you to us. The missus and I are eager to meet y'all better." His eyes tracked between us, assessing.
"Sounds good," Klaus chirped, unfazed by Bruce's obvious distrust. "Grav's seen a lot of ponies in her life, but this'll be her first obstinate ass."
Bruce arched an eyebrow. The little sasshole was being cheeky. I was wrestling with whether to kiss her or chastise her.
"'Scuse me?"
Klaus batted her eyelashes demurely. "Cherrie said you possess a donkey—Eeyore?"
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