“Beauty salon stuff, once a month. Girl time, twice a month.”
“All right. I’ll deal with that somehow.” He squeezes his hands around my waist. “But tonight . . . every hour, Milene.”
“I’ll call,” I whisper. “Where are you going tonight?”
“To one of our safe houses. I have a situation to resolve.”
“Do I want to know the specifics?”
“You don’t.” He places a quick kiss on my lips. “Let’s go work on those emails.”
* * *
The sound of the doorbell reaches me as I’m trying to coax Kurt out of the kitchen cupboard. He’s been hiding out in a large, stainless-steel pot for twenty minutes, and every time I’ve tried to get him out, he’s only hissed and bared his fangs. I also have two long claw marks on my forearm from when I tried to take him out.
“Ada, can you get that?” I yell over my shoul
