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“When a seven-foot Neanderthal points his gun at me, I’m going to fucking point back and shoot the fucker,” Feliks declares indignantly.
“And it’s not a crime to get under someone to get over someone else, you know.”
“Then we should toast to your newfound freedom.” He refills both our glasses and holds his up, his gaze focused on me. “To new beginnings…” Wickedness fills his eyes. “And way better sex.”
“My name is Brooke.” He takes my hand, and a warm zip of electricity bolts through me. “Lev.” “It’s nice to meet you,” I say, the heat of his gaze skimming along my skin like sunshine. “And what about you—are you heading to New York for business or pleasure?” He smiles, and it’s devastating. “Business.” A wicked gleam burns in those dark eyes as he drops his gaze to my lips. “But now I’m thinking it might be pleasure.”
“I’ve heard what he calls you,” she says quietly. “Zayka.” I nod. “He does. But you can spare me the translation. I’m sure it’s an insult.” Her eyes widen. “Oh no. Zayka, translated into English, means little bunny.”
