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Even Alistair had moved to IDF recently, and thinking about this made Acheron frown as he recalled the last time he was at the local hospital. "Has Vik mentioned anything to you about finding a boyfriend?"

"Vik? My man-hating sister Vik?" Pippi shook her head with a laugh. "That's impossible."

And yet he had seen Vik and Alistair together.

"Why do you ask?" his wife questioned curiously.

"Just a thought." Whatever was going on between those two was up to them. There were other better ways to spend the time than meddling in other people's businesses, and speaking of which—-

Pippi straightened up in her seat in shock when she felt Acheron touch her knee under the table. Her gaze flying to his, she frantically shook her head -

But then she felt his fingers start creeping up.

"Open your legs, mikrí mou." Her husband's voice was low and husky, a voice meant to seduce and own."You know you want to."

Lud, lud, lud.

But because he was right, her legs slowly parted—-

Aaaaaah.

I love our life.

THE END