Page 60 of Midnight Wedding

“That hasn’t changed.”

“I don’t know.” He looks amused. “You seem like you care.”

I extract myself from his lap. He’s right, and that bothers me for some reason. I don’t like how quickly I went running to him and how scared I felt. Now that it’s clear he’s not going to die or lose a limb or something, it’s like I’m sobering up.

Arsen’s a dangerous man with a violent job. I don’t know if I can spend my life wondering whether he’s alive or dead every time he leaves the house. I’m not sure if I can handle that level of stress.

“You’re the father of my child. I was just afraid I was going to be a single mom.”

“You’ll be taken care of no matter what, baby, don’t worry. I already set my will.”

“Are you serious?”

“Everything will be yours if I end up dead.” His smile is haunted and sad. He raises a glass of something brown to me as if in a toast. “I have enough that you’ll never have to worry. So cheer up. I’m worth more to you in the ground than I am sitting right here.”

I take a deep breath through my nose. Anger flares in my chest. This fucking maudlin little bastard. “Come on. Stop drinking. You need to start healing.”

His eyebrows raise. “Sorry? What now?”

“Put the alcohol down. You’re coming to bed.”

“I have people I need to speak with.”

“You can deal with them in the morning.” I take his hand and tug. “On your feet,patron.”

He licks his lips and climbs up. When I try to pull him behind me, he yanks me back against him. One hand palms my ass and squeezes. “I amnotyourpatron. I’m your husband. Do you understand?”

My heart flutters. “Whatever you say, so long as you come to bed and stop whining.”

“I don’t whine.”

“All I hear is a high-pitched moan coming from your face.”

“God, woman, you never stop.”

“Get in bed and I’ll shut up.”

“You’re right. I know how to fill your mouth when we’re under the sheets together.”

I pat his chest dangerously close to the stitches. “Nothing’s getting into my mouth tonight, big guy. Put a shirt on and let’s go.”

He grumbles, but he doesn’t fight. In the hall, he speaks softly with Tigran and the other man. They both shoot me a look, Tigran with amusement and the other man with curiosity, but they leave with murmured goodnights.

“Who was that with your bother?”

“Uncle Narek. He’s an important member of my family.”

“You should introduce me.”

“You’re right. Next time, I will.” He gives me a curious frown. “Actually, I should introduce you to everyone. You’re my wife now.”

“For better or worse,” I mutter.

He slaps my ass. “I heard that.”

“You were supposed to.”

Chapter 22

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