Page 115 of Walking Red Flag

“It looks like you’ll keep all your toes,” I teased.

She snickered as she rested her head on my bicep.

Since I was now half-wet anyway, I gently pushed her off of me and stripped my clothes off.

Climbing in behind her, I held her to me for the next thirty minutes until she said, “I’m freakin’ starving, and I have to pee. I know we’re married and all, but I think we’re not at the stage where I can pee in our shared bath water yet.”

I chuckled and stood from the bath, taking her with me.

Sitting her down onto her feet, I went for some towels and said, “Call me if you need me.”

Then I left her to take care of herself and got dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

Pulling out some clothes for her to wear, I waited until she made it into the bedroom before dressing her next.

“You want a ride down the stairs?” I asked.

She smiled and said, “I think I’d rather you get us food started than get a ride just yet. I’m going to dry my hair.”

I dropped a kiss to her mouth and said, “Then in that case, I’m going to go downstairs and find out what Shasha’s learned.”

She rolled her eyes, but then caught me by the tail of my sweatshirt when I went to head out.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “For protecting me that way. I know that you have to be a bit upset about it.”

I snorted. “I like that you think that I’m this altruistic man, but I’m not. I don’t give a fuck. I didn’t like them in the first place after what they’d done to you. And I certainly couldn’t care less that they were both shot instead of you.”

Her lips quirked. “Send one of my brothers up here to dry my hair.”

I tilted her chin up and dropped a kiss to her mouth. “I’ll do that.”

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, it was to see Dima closest to me.

“Hey, your sister says that she needs her hair dried.” I slapped him on the shoulder as he passed.

He sighed. “She’s ruining my street cred.”

“What street cred?” Shasha rolled his eyes. “Plus, I did it last. It’s your turn.”

“Actually…”

Instead of listening to them fight, I went into the kitchen to find Maven, Brecken, Nastya and the kids there.

“Hey,” I said to them. “Y’all got food goin’?”

“Yes,” she said. “We ordered enough pizza to feed a church congregation.”

“Awesome,” I said a I went to the bags of things still sitting on the counter.

I found her favorite snack that I’d asked for Brecken to buy during the race, then walked back to Dima who was heading for the stairs.

“Hey,” I tossed the bag to him. “Can you make sure that she gets that?”

Dima tucked it under his arm and climbed, leaving me alone with Shasha.

“What’s the word?” I asked.

“Hitman. Last one that Lyle was able to get out before he died last night.” He grinned wickedly. “Poor guy died in his sleep in his confinement cell.”

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