“Be quiet, Minerva. I was just thinking how much money I’m gonna have to come up with for the plastic surgeon. Might need to take out a loan.”
Her shoulders shake with silent laughter.
Then I lift her head and kiss her passionately, putting all my feelings into it, giving her all the love inside me there is to give. She kisses me back, matching my passion.
For one short moment, my fear that we’re about to walk hand in hand into hell is quiet.
Then my cell phone rings and the moment is gone.
The two men following Eva and me as we approach the north entrance to Saint Stephen’s Cathedral are big, blond, and much too conspicuous for my taste, though Germans are a common sight in Vienna. It’s not their size or gleaming platinum hair that stands out so much as their matching black raincoats
