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"I wish," I muttered, reaching up to rub the back of my neck.

It was freezing out here, but I needed the cold to stop me from getting overheated. Just thinking about the few times we’d met up was enough to give me a hard-on.

"You wish? You mean…" Conor paused. "You didn’t?"

"No."

"Holy fuck," Conor breathed. "She’s like your penguin."

"My penguin?"

"Yeah. They mate for life."

"Or in this instance, they don’t mate throughout life," Eoghan said with a cackle. "How can his soul mate be someone he hasn’t fucked?"

"Could you have said anything less romantic?"

Inessa’s comment should have been jarring, but I wasn’t surprised he was having this conversation in front of his wife, wasn’t shocked that he hadn’t left the room.

As one by one, my brothers all started getting hitched, I’d admit, seeing the differences between their marriages and our parents’ was refreshing. A bit of a relief as well.

My time was coming.

Da would expect it soon enough.

I could already feel the shackles closing around me.

Not because a wife was a ball and chain, but because of what that marriage would represent.

We might only be criminals to some people, but we were a dynasty too, and the heir to it was expected to wed and make little heirs of his own.

I was surprised I’d made it to forty-two without being forced down the aisle.

"Of course I could be less romantic if I tried," Eoghan pointed out, utterly without shame. "But I try for you. That has to give me some bonus points, surely?"

Inessa just snorted, but I heard shuffling, as if she were getting out of bed.

"That reminds me, we’re going on our honeymoon in the new year. Aidan, I’m covering your tracks, I’ll expect you to cover mine while I’m gone."

I blinked. "Da knows, right?"

"He does."

"Then what’s the problem? Even he doesn’t begrudge a honeymoon. Especially one that’s taking place months after the wedding," I said dryly.

"Who knows where he’s concerned. What Idoknow is that we’re getting our asses on that plane and not a fucking war with the Bratva or the Sparrows is going to stop our honeymoon. Ya got me?"

"I do," I agreed, because it wasn’t much to ask, was it? Every man and wife deserved a goddamn honeymoon. "I’ll cover you as much as I can."

"Thanks. Okay, so back to your penguin."

"Her name’s Savannah," I grumbled.

"Savannah Daniels," Conor pointed out with glee. "Her dad’s Dagger Daniels. Fuck, I wonder if we save her life if she’ll get him to meet with me again. This time alone."

"Why? So you can jack off in front of him instead of just thinking about him?" Eoghan questioned with a laugh.

"Fuck off, Eoghan. You’re the one who joined the Army. Over-compensating, much?"

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