"Only on the cheek or forehead."
Hiro tilted his head. "Not on the lips?"
"Not unless you want your picture next to our brother's and some candles placed to honor your death."
A dark chuckle left Hiro.
Kenji did not laugh.
Hiro kissed me on my forehead.
I shivered.
Then, Hiro let me go and shrugged. "Death for a kiss with your Tiger? Not bad. Especially if her tongue is as sweet as I think it is. I might take that deal later tonight."
“And I’ll be true to my promise.” Kenji took my hand.
Hiro took the other.
And the three of us walked off together.
Hiro looked at me. "More signature drinks?"
“Yep. We still have Daisuke and the twins’ drinks.” I quirked my brows. “Do you think the twins are even still here?”
“Of course they are. They would never leave this party.”
“Do you think I pushed them too far?”
“How could you? You’re perfect and they know it.”
“They didn’t light a candle for their mother.”
“Because she didn’t deserve it.” Hiro looked forward. “But you putting her picture there was good because it acknowledged that you understood their pain and what they had gone through.”
“So you don’t think they will be angry with me?”
“No. They’ll just love you more.”
The bar glowed ahead of us. The flappers were already waiting as the bartender hurried around making the next drinks.
And just like Hiro had said, the twins stood—mirror images of each other—watching us all return to them.
But best of all. . .the twins were smiling.
Whew. Now all I have to do is finish this cocktail party, do the dinner, and we’re done.
I just prayed that the rest of the evening would go smoothly with no drama.
Chapter fifteen
The Final Drinks
Nyomi
Theviolinsanginbright, playful notes that shimmered like champagne bubbles. The whimsical melody danced between laughter and fantasy.
Daisuke's drink came first.
