That amused him.
When he kissed her, it wasn’t the peck on the lips that she’d expected.
He.
Kissed.
Her.
Oh, and she kissed him back because in their world, you never knew when one kiss could be your last.
As he broke it, he smiled.
“Thank you for helping my heart. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”
She winked.
“That’s my pleasure, Darlin’. Want your mint gum back?” she asked.
He took it and popped it back into his mouth like it was a normal thing—because now, it was.
“Be safe, Elizabeth.”
Oh, she would.
“Raphael will keep an eye on you. You’ll be safe. Then, he’ll come back here and babysit me.”
That worked for him.
“Thanks,” he said. “I love you, Kitten.”
She snorted.
“You’re a nut, but you’re my nut,” she said, slapping him on the ass when he walked past her.
When he and Raphael were gone, she was curious.
“Ivan?”
He stepped out of the shadows.
“Yeah, Medusa?” he asked.
“Is Reaper back yet?”
He was honest.
“Lewis never left. He let Wolf handle it. He wanted to kill the man for trying to punch out his friend, and I wholly think he should have. I can’t take you anywhere.”
She laughed.
“Okay, feisty leprechaun. Calm down. I would have knocked him on his ass. Gene just got to him first. If anything, I should be pissed. You know how I like punching bitches in the pie hole.”
He calmed down.
She pulled out her phone and texted Reaper. It didn’t take long, and he headed onto the concrete deck where they were.
“Thank God Zayn isn’t here. I had to walk past his kids to get up here. He would have tried to eat my liver,” Lewis joked.