She laughed so hard another couple shot them a dirty look. She smothered her laughter as best she could and shook her head. "I thought you wanted to show me something there."
He shrugged. "The guy has a dog you might like."
She laughed again, and he said, "Naw, I think you'll love the scenery. We'll take a cruise out to the icebergs and glaciers. You'll love it. You can buy a winter wardrobe."
"Oooh," she sighed breathily. "I always thought I'd look adorable in one of those fashionable ski jackets and a pair of Uggs."
She felt so content and happy that she thought she would explode. She didn't trust that she could keep this moment forever. But she would keep the memory forever. Even if everything fell apart. If she died tomorrow, she would die a happy woman, because this memory was the best she had.
They left the Eiffel Tower and made their way back to the house making out like giddy teenagers, intent on getting up to the bedroom as fast as humanly possible.
They entered through the back door, lips locked, arms wrapped around each other, stumbling and laughing. Suddenly, Keane shoved her behind him and pulled two guns from the holsters beneath his jacket. She didn't know why she was unceremoniously squished between him and the door, but she did know they must be in real danger. She heard the clicks of multiple guns being cocked and her heart sank. She took it back; she wasn't about to die happy. She was about to die pissed off. They could have at least waited until she was done fucking Keane's brains out one last time.