Page 66 of Midnight Wedding

Which means I’d kill for her.

I’d happily die for her too.

“This was a good day,” she murmurs, sounding like she’s half asleep.

I let her drift off.

She’s right—it was one of the best I’ve had in a very long time.

Chapter 23

Lena

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make you stay?” I waggle my eyebrows and reach out with my toes under the breakfast table.

Arsen grunts as I stroke his crotch with my foot.

“I’m positive.” His eyebrows raise and he doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop me. “But I’d gladly sit still for a quick foot job.”

I pout and pull away. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m the one with a hard dick and no toes to finish me off.”

“What did the doctor say? You should take off a week?”

Arsen stands and comes around the table. He bends down and softly kisses my lips. “I love that you’re trying to keep me here, but you know I can’t.”

“I know.” I lower my eyes, not even sure why this is bothering me so much.

A few days ago, I would’ve been psyched to have the place to myself. I loved it when Arsen would leave in the morning—itmeant I’d get to explore the grounds all to myself without having to worry about my psycho husband causing problems.

Now though, it’s like one little stupid stabbing broke my stinking brain.

I can’t stand the thought of him being away for too long.

It’s like anything could happen to him out there, and what would I do with myself if he got hurt?

Sure, I’d be financially comfortable—but what abouthim?

Money can only buy me so much.

“Look at me, baby.” He tilts my chin toward him. “I love that you want me here with you. Believe me when I say, there’s nowhere I’d rather be in this whole fucked-up world than in this house by your side with your stinky, callused feet in my lap?—”

“My feet are dainty and beautiful,” I say in mock outrage.

“They’re trollish and gnarled. But I love them anyway.”

“Then stay and I’ll try on a dozen different pairs of heels.”

“Tempting.” He kisses me lightly. “But I can’t. Have a good day, my wife.Yes sirum yem k’ez.”

“What’s that mean?”

“You’ll figure it out soon enough.”

Then he’s gone and I’m left at the table alone. Maud gives me a sympathetic smile as she cleans up the remains of his breakfast. “How about some French toast?” she offers. “Or maybe blueberry pancakes? Something sweet to take the edge off.”

“No, that’s okay.” I stretch and look out the window. The house’s garden blows in the soft breeze. “Can I admit something to you?”

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