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A glutton for torture, I pulled out my phone and again searched his social media. A new image was trending. A simple blue square with a red border wasn’t anything extraordinary, but the white text inside of it was.
A Statement from Zaki Marsch:
To all the fans who were happy to see me find love again, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. The woman in the pictures is everything to me and I love her. I will do everything to protect her and my girls. Please respect our privacy, and if our relationship is to grow to something more, you know I’ll share it with you. Well, if that’s okay with her. Because I’m smitten, she’s in charge, and I don’t care who knows it.
CHAPTER 24
Zaki
Isaw Arwyn enter the studio while in the throes of repeated dégagés while the girls planned their next mode of torturous ballet drills for me. I clumsily danced over to her, spinning into a very badly executed pirouette. I ended with a curtsy, holding out the edges of the tutu she’d made for me. When she smiled, I relaxed and dropped a knee to the floor for an over-the-top ending pose.
“You love me?” She held up her phone. On the screen was the statement I’d posted regarding our relationship.
“I do.” I glanced back at the girls to make sure they were still deep in their plotting and took Arwyn’s phone. I set it on the floor and took her hands in mine. “I love you, and I’m so sorry for what happened last night, Wynnie. I should have been more vigilant.”
She smiled. “Monty called me. He said he was to blame for all of it because his security was incompetent and I should go easy on you and will I please forgive him so that Tasha will speak to him again?”
I laughed. “We’ve caused quite a stir.”
Arwyn smiled and reached for my hand. I stood up and let her pull me out of the room and around the corner until my back was against the wall.
“I had Monty put me on speakerphone, and I told Tasha there was nothing to forgive.” She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers twirling the short ends of my hair. “There was no intent to harm.”
“Not an ounce. So … we’re okay?”
“Almost.”
“Almost?”
“Are you forgetting the kiss-and-make-up part?”
“No. I was just dragging it out to make you want me more.”
“Oh really? Playing hard to get, huh?”
“Trying. It’s not working too well, though, is it?”
She shook her head. “Big fail. You should just kiss me and concede.”
“I can’t argue with that.” She closed her eyes, and I lowered my lips to hers, savoring their softness for a beat before I put my heart and soul into a kiss that was meant to be remembered.
Too soon, she broke the kiss. “What will we tell the girls?”
“Those who kill snakes together stay together?”
She snorted. “Can you ever be serious?”
“Wynna-bun, I’ve never been as serious as I am right now. I love you. And I want us to be together.”
“I hear a ‘but’ coming.”
“But I can’t stay in Colorado.”
“That’s okay. I can’t, either.”
“You can’t?”
“Not if you and the girls aren’t here. I’m kind of attached. Because I love you, too.”
