“So you had three priests kidnapped?” I choke out, trying to hold back tears.
“Just two, apparently. And a judge. Will you marry me, tiger cub?”
I bury my fingers into his hair and kiss him back. “Every day of my life.”
“Mommy. Daddy,” Lucia chimes in from Kai’s embrace. “Can I have cookies and ketchup for lunch?”
“Yes,” Kai and I whisper into each other’s lips.
“You have a kid? And you let her eat cookies for lunch?” The happy pal’s voice interrupts us. “That’s, like, super unhealthy.”
“I’m going to count to three, Belov,” Kai says as he keeps attacking my mouth. “If you’re still there when I finish, I’m going to strangle you.”
“Ungrateful motherfucker,” Belov mutters. “Next time you need a nice selection of priests, call someone else. And what the f**k is that s**t in your hair?”
