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in his chest. It was flattering somehow to know that she’d brought this man to his knees with pleasure—so to speak.
    “Wow,” she murmured on a sigh. “I think I just died.”
    “ Da .”
    “That’s all you’ve got to say?” She propped her chin on his chest and stared up into his face.
    He grinned. “You’ve robbed me of my words.”
    “I suppose that’s an acceptable excuse.” A yawn caught her totally by surprise.
    Grigori wrapped his arms around her body and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “You need to rest.”
    “Stay with me,” she whispered. “Don’t go.”
    “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised.
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    Flynn rolled over and immediately wished she hadn’t. The light was horribly bright. She tried to recall why she hadn’t closed her blinds like normal the night before, and that’s when the entire evening came rushing back with all the finesse of a freight train.
    She sat bolt upright in bed, glancing wildly around the sparsely furnished bedroom. Where were her clothes? “Grigori?”
    It was impossible to decide if she felt relieved or horrified when he leaned out of the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. “I’m right here.”
    “Okay. Right.” She hastily grabbed the sheet and pulled it up over her naked breasts. “We’re married. Correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “Some stuff is hazy, but I thought I remembered that pretty clearly.” She paused a moment and then put her face in her hands. “My father is going to kill me.”
    “You seem to be of two minds about that,” he said cryptically.
    “What?”
    He ducked back into the bathroom, and she could hear him rinsing his mouth. The mundane nature of the activity made her laugh.
    “What?” He walked into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel.
    She had to force her brain to think about something other than what was under the towel. “You’re a total gangster type. I simply hadn’t realized that men who throw knives and participate in high speed car chases on dirt roads in the middle of nowhere also worry about oral hygiene.”
    “Everyone should worry about oral hygiene,” he said with mock severity. “It’s very serious.”
    “Yeah? Well, so is what my father is going to do to me when he gets ahold of me.”
    “Last night you seemed very confident that you could use me to get what you wanted from your father and vice versa.” He cocked his head to one side. “Why the change of heart?”
    “Everything looks different in the morning,” she murmured. “And maybe you just don’t know my father like I do.”
    “He sent you a telegram this morning.”
    “What?” She was so taken aback that she forgot to keep hold of her boob shield. Gasping, she pulled the sheet up once again. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to flash you.”
    “Last night you were begging me to look.”
    “Please don’t talk about that.” She grabbed a pillow and used it to hide her face. “I acted like a total tramp.”
    “We’re married. This is a no tramp zone.”
    She giggled, because who wouldn’t when faced with that ridiculous statement. “Okay, be serious. You’re saying I got a telegram ? I didn’t even think they had those anymore.”
    “It’s not a normal use thing, if that’s what you’re wondering.” His expression turned pensive. “He wants you to meet him for lunch today.”
    “Wait.” She realized what he was saying. “You read my mail?”
    “Of course. You were asleep and I needed to make sure it wasn’t something that was going to involve more bullets.” He didn’t even appear sorry.
    “I suppose that’s reasonable.” She pursed her lips and gave him her best frown. “But next time ask.”
    He shrugged, and she could tell that was a meaningless request in his book. “If it’s important, I’ll try to remember.”
    “Gee thanks. And could you excuse yourself so I can get dressed?” Then she remembered she had no clothing. “Dammit. How am I supposed to go to a