Dimitri, Megan’s American husband, cocked an eyebrow at his wife. “You shot at me last week.” Megan waved a hand. “That doesn’t count. I wasn’t really aiming for you.” “You barely missed my leg,” the former army ranger pointed out. “Exactly.” Megan tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “I didn’t hit you.” Dimitri’s grin summed up their marriage—crazy did it for him.
