Page 3 of Bound by Love
“I need to call him! He was planning to join us at Rytsar’s place after he finished his paperwork at the Submissive Training Center.”
Rytsar snorted. “It would be funny if he arrives and all of us are gone.”
“No, it wouldn’t, Rytsar,” she said, laughing. “Hereallywanted to be there to cheer you up. He even mentioned he was bringing something that was sure to make you smile.”
“Huh,” he grunted. “Now you have me intrigued,radost moya.” Taking out his phone, he asked, “Do you mind if I make the call?”
“I think that’s an excellent idea,” Sir answered, pressing Brie closer to him.
Eavesdropping on the one-sided conversation between Rytsar and Master Anderson was amusing, especially when he asked about the gift Master Anderson had gotten him. “Really? And you think that is funny?”
“What did he get you?” Brie prodded from the backseat, needing to know.
Rytsar turned his head to face her. “A sack of potatoes. He thought I might like some company while I recover.” He turned back around, giving Master Anderson grief for being so cheap.
Brie snickered, thinking the gift was hilarious because Rytsar had complained to everyone about the doctors demanding he act like potato and rest, which he refused to do.
Those two men were all kinds of fun when they got together, and listening to them talk now had her reminiscing about the recent escapade she’d had involving the passionate Russian and that sexy cowboy.
“What has you smiling so, babygirl?” Sir asked.
“I was thinking about the break-in.”
“Ah…” He laid her head against his shoulder. “You’re lucky you two weren’t shot that day.”
“It was totally worth the risk.” Brie laughed, marveling at how boyishly wicked Rytsar could be at times.
“Exactly what kind of detour do you have in mind,radost moya?” Rytsar had asked Brie the evening of the break-in.
Brie could tell she’d piqued his curiosity, and she explained, “I have something to give Master Anderson.”
The Russian snarled, suddenly disinterested. “Nyet.”
“But it’s from Shadow.”
A mischievous grin suddenly spread across his face. “Well…if that is the case, I would be happy to redirect our course.”
“This is what we will be dropping off,” Brie told him, holding up a bag of cat food with a large red bow and a tag that readKitten Support.
“What’s this for?” Rytsar asked, laughing.
“It actually started with the bet Master Anderson and I made. He bet me twenty bucks on Sir’s first words after the coma. I had planned to use my winnings to buy a bunch of whoopee cushions to hide around his house, but when he brought the kittens to the hospital—”
“He did what with kittens?”
“He snuck the entire litter into the hospital.That’swhen I knew how the money really needed to be spent.”
“To be honest,radost moya, I like the whoopee cushion idea better,” Rytsar told her, chuckling to himself. “In fact, I insist on purchasing them since you have already spent the money.”
Brie grinned, remembering how much she’d laughed when she placed one under the cushion in her apartment and surprised Master Anderson when he sat down on it. In a time of great sorrow, it was a happy memory she’d held on to.
She squealed with excitement when Rytsar ordered Maxim to hit the gas as they sped to the store to get more.
Brie couldn’t stop giggling as the Russian piled every last whoopee cushion the store carried into his basket.
“There is no such thing as too many,” he told the curious cashier when she hit total and raised her eyebrows at the size of the bill.
Rytsar nodded to Brie while they were walking back to the vehicle. The mischievous glint in his eyes, along with that boyish grin, gave him such a youthful appearance that it made Brie literally stop in her tracks.
