“Ty vyydesh’ za menya zamuzh.” Will you marry me? “I don’t know enough Russian to know what the hell you said.” That was the point. “When you figure out, you let me know.” He tries to copy what I said under his breath. Ezra falls back against the couch, panting hard. “It’s done.” I don’t think I want to know what it is. Colby turns to him. “What does ty vyydesh’ za menya zamuzh mean?” Ezra gapes at him. “Are you hitting on me? I am a married man.”
