Page 52 of Dragon Bodyguard
Her eyes met Misha’s, rounded as she made a face that told him exactly what she thought of Stepan ever seeing that money again. Where had Ilya even put it all? Had he invested it or just blown it? The super-rich could go through money like that in a year, buying houses and yachts and private jets. He thought it plausible.
“Which daughter would you want to marry?” Kristina asked.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” Aleksander said. “As long as it gets her father off my back, I’m going to welcome her with open arms.”
“Okay,” Misha nodded. “Good luck with that.”
“Go talk to Dmitri,” Kristina encouraged. “I’m sure he’ll hear you out and be supportive, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Aleksander nodded, heading for the door. “Thanks, guys.”
“Of course,” Kristina said.
“Any time,” Misha filled in.
They watched as the door closed behind him, waited patiently for thirty seconds, then turned to each other with eyes like saucers. Kristina slapped her hands to her mouth, shaking her head. Misha could only nod along in agreement.
“Oh, my God,” she said. “Poor Aleksi.”
“He’ll be all right,” Misha said. “He always lands on his feet.”
“I hope so,” she said, smiling when Misha approached her, reaching for the belt on her dressing gown. “Oh,” she said as he slipped a hand in between the parting fabric. “Hello.”
He smiled against her mouth before he kissed her.
The world could go away for a few hours. Or days, or even weeks. All that mattered was her.
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THE END
