“He can just visit you in New York then.”
Zoey’s grin is soon replaced with a frown. “You’re not going back home?”
Saint shrugs coolly. “Aнгел has to take care of a few things in LA.” Mainly my husband. “And where she goes, I go.”
Well, god damn.
Uncaring that we’re in a room full of people, I press my lips to his and kiss him softly. “Ditto,” I whisper against his mouth.
The kiss is chaste, but the promise behind it is anything but modest. My worries soon ebb away. Zoey’s irritated huff has me smiling because maybe, just maybe, things will work out just fine. And when Larisa enters, whistling in approval of the food laid out before her, I’m hopeful that my luck will finally change.
Dinner was a complete success.
After three servings of mac and cheese, I was convinced Larisa had com
