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“And turned into a Dragon,” Uri offers.

Ian glares at us and exhales. “I’m going back to bed. Some of us have school in the morning.”

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Katya

After swapping cars three times and backtracking twice, I turn on the road the cabin is supposed to be on. I can’t wait to get out of this thong, preferably by Dimitri removing it with his teeth. That actually sounds pretty nice. There’s a little tingle in my core and it makes me wiggle in the driver’s seat.

He called me three days ago to confirm I knew where I was going. Before that, I called him. To tell him I missed him.

I was deep in an Amanda Chase binge and work sucked again. The task force has constant oversight and self-sabotage. It’s like they don’t want to stop Majesty as much as they want to continue to secure funding for the task force. After being undermined for the fifth time, and having to listen to Marshall mansplaining the St. Petersburg crime family relationship, I wanted to take a brick to his head, and maybe my own.

I pull my car up to the cabin two miles off the main road. It’s small but well-kept. I’m not sure when he got here, but the lights are on. I grab my overnight bag and my gun from the passenger seat.

Before I reach the front step, my giant Russian man swoops me up in his arms and walks through the door. He kicks the door closed as he takes me to the couch and lays me down. I pull him toward me and kiss him.

“Hello.”

“Hi, my little river otter.” He presses his weight against me and flops, crushing me in the process. I try squirming out of the way, but he remains a motionless lump. “Looks like you're stuck here.”

“Oh no, what ever will I do?”

We kiss for a little while, enjoying the sensation and connection with gentle nips and strokes. This time we don’t have a time crunch. No one is trying to kill us, and we’re not running away. We have two days in the cabin. We can savor the little things.

The oven beeps and he sighs. It’s only when he lifts himself off my body I can smell the chocolate chip cookies. “You baked?”

“Yep,” he calls over his shoulder as he heads to the kitchen. “I figured since we have the whole weekend, I would cook dinner for you and make sure you are loaded up on snacks.”

I flip over and lift myself onto the arm so I can watch him. He moves through the kitchen comfortably. I don’t think Russian Mafia Dimitri would be like that, but now, it seems natural.

“I like that plan. What else is on the docket?”

He blinks at me and I’m not sure if he doesn't understand the phrase or if he doesn’t have a plan.

“Well, since no one is trying to kill us, and every situation we’ve been in has been intense and high stakes, I want to do nothing.”

My heart explodes. “Tell me more.”

As he puts cookies on the plate, he motions with the spatula. “Well, we could watch that showThe Knights of the Nightsince Amanda Chase keeps ranting and raving about the books. Maybewrap ourselves up in those blankets and snuggle. My plan was basically eat, snuggle, and fuck all weekend.”

“Marry me,” I blurt out.

He freezes halfway between putting a cookie onto the sheet. If he moved faster, the cookie would’ve stayed on the spatula, but instead it falls on the counter with a splat. He swallows, his eyes unfocused on anything.

I broke him.

Fuck.

I’m about to backtrack when he says, “Not this weekend. I’d like to see my wife more than a few hours every couple of months.”

Wait. What?

“And I want to make sure you and Ian get along, because that’s a whole issue in itself.”

Right, it’s not only Dimitri. Being with him means being with Ian. A kid who already lost his mother. Would he even want another one? My chest clenches. I never wanted kids. Or at least I was never with anyone who I wanted to spawn another generation with. But with Dimitri, that’s what I would get. A family.