Page 111 of The Wingman

“I’m going to miss you, too.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, and with acurse, I kiss her again, inhaling her, threading my fingers into her soft hair.

“One more.”

She laughs against my mouth, and I frame her perfect face with my hands.

“Don’t do anything wild while I’m away, okay?” Under my lips, she smiles. “Save it for when I get home so we can be wild together.”

“Deal,” she whispers.

If I don’t get out of the car now, I never will. I press one last kiss to her mouth before climbing out, just as Volkov gets out of the car behind me.

He nods at me and I suck in a deep breath. We haven’t talked since the double date last week. He leans down to look in the car window and waves at Darcy.

She rolls down the window and waves back. “Hi, Alexei.”

“Hi.” He glances between us before raising an eyebrow at Darcy. “Want to go out again?”

She laughs, but jealousy roars through me, and my jaw clenches. I know he’s fucking with me, Darcy knows he’s fucking with me, but still. When it comes to Darcy and dating other guys, I can’t think straight.

“No,” I snap, and the corner of Volkov’s mouth twitches. “She’s busy.” I lean down to meet her gaze and my expression relaxes. “Bye. Thanks for the ride.”

She grins. “Bye.”

Volkov and I watch her drive away. I’m already looking forward to coming home to her.

“You’re welcome,” Volkov says with a sidelong look as we head inside the airport.

My teeth grit. “For what?”

“A push in the right direction.”

“Fuck you.”

He laughs. The asshole actually fuckinglaughs. I stare at him in shock. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him laugh. We flash our IDs at the entrance to the security area, and the guy waves us in.

“You know I’m right.” He hoists his bag onto the conveyor to be scanned before his expression turns more serious. “It’s good to see you happy.”

“I’m always happy.”

“Not like this.”

My heart does a few hard thumps, because he’s right. I’ve spent years telling myself I’m the type of guy women have fun with but don’t settle down with.

Darcy makes me feel like more, though, and maybe I am.

Volkov and I settle into our seats, and a few minutes later, Miller steps onto the plane, finds me, and lets out a crow of victory.

“There’s my guy.” He shakes my shoulders with a big shit-eating grin all over his face. “Mr. Darcy Andersen, as I live and breathe.”

I shove him off, but I’m laughing, smug pride expanding through my chest. He kneels on the seat in front of us, facing backward.

“So, what’s the deal? Are you two together now?”

I shrug, trying not to smile too hard. “We’re just seeing how things go.”

I almost laugh at how insincere the words feel. Of course we’re together. I’m not letting her go.

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