I gave myself an hour, but I’ve burned through way more than that, like I can’t drag myself away. Spent the whole Sunday with Claire, and every damn second felt like something I shouldn’t have. Something a man like me has no business touching.
I run my thumb along her cheek, wanting to stay right there, keep doing it. Hell, better yet, I should take her back with me to Russia. She isn’t happy here, and I’m not happy with her away from me. What the f**k is stopping me?
Reckless thought. Katya and the Pakhan are still out there, doing everything they can to f**k with what I’ve built.
I pull my hand away, but stop when she leans in, mouth moving softly as if she is eating something, her nose brushes my chin. Warm and soft, my Claire. She’ll be here when I get back.
Getting out of bed is e
