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“I hate to admit this, but there are women who would marry you. Women who have no idea what you’re actually like.” His expression darkens. “I don’t want a real marriage.”
Walker turns back to me with a grin, his eyebrows bobbing up and down. “My wiener feels funny.” I make a disgusted face. “Walker.”
“Stop rooting for us. There is literally nothing to root for.”
Before I can say anything, though, he tosses something through the air, and I catch it. My wedding ring. His hard, determined expression burns me. “Put your fucking wedding ring on. Now
She lifts her brows and sends a pointed look at my phone. “I saw that. My favorite comment is the one that says, Volkov looks at his wife the way I look at a double quarter pounder with cheese
“You named your rabbits after two teen vampires?” I mutter back. “They’re not teenagers, they’re hundreds of years old. They just go to high school and date teenagers.” She says this like it’s normal. I grimace. “That’s weird.” “It is weird, but in a hot way, so we don’t think too hard about it.”
Owens gives me a wary look. “How did you react?” My eyes close. “I told her she should be grateful and that most women would kill to be in her position.” When I open my eyes, they’re both staring at me with wide eyes. Owens lets out a sharp laugh. “Well, it was really nice knowing you, Volkov.”
“If you get home and I’m asleep,” he says in a low voice that makes the back of my neck prickle, “wake me up.” I swallow. “You need your rest. You’re very old.”
“We can listen to The Northern Sword on audio.” That’s the fantasy series he and Darcy are always pushing on people. Miller groans. “We’re not listening to your fairy porn, Owens.”
She loves it. I knew she’d fucking love it. This husband thing? I was born to do it.
