She grinned. “ ‘Oi,’ ” she said. “ ‘Here you carried a girl all that way, mate, and you didn’t grab ’er butt, even a little?’ ” “You just made that one up.” She proffered the notebook, showing the line written there. “Well, I mean,” Wax said, “we’ve got to do as he says.” “It’s the only proper way to honor the dead.” He seized her then, pulled her into a kiss, her figure sculpting to his and pushing against him in all the right places. It felt amazing—like they were liquid, aligned, alive, alight. And yes, a proper butt-grab was involved.
