Page 43 of The Bratva Contract
“Perfect. I was hoping you’d feel better by next week.”
“What’s next week?” I ask.
“We’re taking a little trip. It’s tradition.”
“Montenegro?”
“Of course. The renovations are complete. The suite on the floor beneath the penthouse now has an adjoining staircase and private elevator so the kids and the nanny can have their space but we can go back and forth between our room and theirs whenever we want.”
“That’s perfect. It’s just what I need,” I say. “Anatoly will love the boat.”
He chuckles. “If we can keep Dimi from trying to pilot it herself.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“I feel that way every single day. I wake up, realize I’m married to you, and think, I can’t wait to see what today brings. How did I get so lucky?”
I look up, and his mouth claims mine in a kiss so intimate, so hungry, it wrecks me just as thoroughly as the first time. He’s exactly right. I can’t wait.
The End
