Page 30 of Viktor

“Men think about sex more than women do.”

“No, they don’t.” She shook her head when he raised an eyebrow. “Trust me on this. You only think you do.”

He would beg to disagree. If she had any idea of the thoughts running rampant through his head right now, she’d be up and running back inside.

“I reached out to Dimitri through Facebook after I cried for a good hour because of his book. I wanted him to know how much I loved it and how atrocious his feeble attempts at marketing were. He wasn’t even pissed. He laughed because he knew how bad it was. I took him under my wing after that. Introduced him to some bloggers who got his books out in front of readers. We’ve been friends since then. He sorta became family after a while, always checking on me and Delia.”

“Sounds like my brother. Family’s important to him. To all of us Kincaid men. Our father instilled that in us. God, family, and then country.”

“Isn’t your father a soldier?”

“He is.”

She frowned. “I would think country would come before anything else, with his career and all.”

Viktor laughed. “Common misconception. Most soldiers have those same values in that order. God first, our families because they are the very heart that beats in our chests, and then our duty to country. Sometimes country comes before family because of the situation, but not in our hearts. In our hearts, our family is always first.”

She nodded, seeming to take her time digesting his truths. “Could you forget you were married?”

“I sure as fuck hope not.”

The sheer horror in those words made Sara burst out laughing. Viktor might push her buttons and inspire more than a few wet dreams, but the man could make her laugh.

He leaned closer, his eyes smoldering. “What about you,moye sokrovishche? Could you forget you were married to a man who loved you and treated you like the precious treasure you are?”

Sara sucked in a breath. How did such a rough-looking man say the sweetest things? “What does that mean?”

A grin toyed with his lips. “It means my treasure.”

This man. Sweet baby Jesus.

He pressed closer until his shoulder was right up against hers. “Could you forget, Sara?”

She shook her head, not trusting her voice.

His head dipped until it was right by her ear. “You would be a hard woman to forget too.”

A shudder raced along Sara’s spine when his warm breath caressed her ear.

“Sara?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to kiss you.”

Thank God.

A black Dodge Ram rolled to a stop in the driveway, breaking them apart. The man who got out made her muscles tense up, and Viktor’s entire demeanor changed when he felt the change in her. His eyes went hard, and he stood, braced his feet, his stance spoiling for a fight. He made sure she was behind him.

While that was sweet, Sara pushed around him and faced her husband’s best friend.

“Sara Jane Riley. Just who the fuck is that?”

The man in front of them snapped his jaw tight. He was tall, his sandy blond hair messy. The jeans and flannel shirt defined his body. This man had played sports at some time. It was the way he carried himself. Football would be Viktor’s guess. He’d played the sport, as had all his brothers in high school.

“I’m Viktor Kincaid. Owner of Kincaid Security and Investigations. Who the fuck are you?”

“This is Andy Crawford, Roger’s best friend.” Sara wiggled around him, and he shot her an irritated look. Didn’t she know when he put her behind him, she was to stay there?

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