Page 39 of Dirty Roxie
“Your cover!” I half-yell after him, but I don’t think he hears me.
ME: Elevator. NOW.
I fume the entire way to the elevator bay. “Security. Take the next one,” I bark at the people in line, then hold the door for Daria to join me.
She waits until the doors close before turning to me, arms folded across her chest, eyes filled with anger. “You’re lucky I trust you to stay alive, asshole.”
“Me? What about you?”
Her eyes bug. “We both knew I was alive this entire time. I wasn’t off doing who knows what, god knows where.”
“You knew where I was.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Well, you knew what I was doing.”
She narrows her eyes at me.
“Anyway, this isn’t about me. This is about you.”
“Oh no, it’s absolutely about you. I’ve heard from you two times. Only twice in almost a month. No idea where you were, what you did—”
“Like I said, you knew what I was doing.”
“Really? What?”
“I’m looking for Andrei and your dad.”
“Yeah? Well, me too.”
“How’d you even know he was here?”
“How’d you?”
“Fuck, woman.”
“Fuck back at you.”
I slam the stop button on the elevator panel and pull her into my arms. She resists at first, then melts her body against mine, our faces so close I could kiss her with just a pucker.
“I missed you,” I tell her.
“I missed you.”
I take my security hat off and toss it up over the elevator cam, covering the lens.
“Lucky toss,” Daria taunts.
“I’ll show you lucky,” I growl, lowering my lips to hers.
Her arms snake up around my neck, her cast resting heavy on my shoulder, a reminder of what we’ve been through and what we still have left to accomplish. Just how lucky we are and how fucking happy I am to see my girl.
I kiss her.
And kiss her.
And kiss her.
