That mysterious smile spreads across his face. “Pick your language, sladkaya. I just asked how you are.”
“Yeah,” I say, “it was the bit in English that confused me most of all. Since when do you care how I am?”
He lifts a hand. “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t ask?”
“You’re weirdly courteous for a mob boss loan shark.”
Kane just smiles again. “If the shoe fits.” He rakes his fingers through his hair. “If you’d prefer, we can skip past the pleasantries and go straight to business. Unless you like the banter…?”
“Business,” I blurt way too fast. My hands find each other in my lap and start worrying the hem of my cardigan. “Definitely business, please.”
“Pity,” he says. “I was looking forward to it.”
I take a breath and seal my fate before I can talk myself out of it.
“Yes.”
