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"You can’t keep putting it off." I shoot him a sideways glance. His hair is mussed, his shirt creased. A day’s growth of stubble shadows his cheeks. He looks crumpled and tired, and so damn delicious.
"You’re beautiful, Mr. Prime Minister."
He chuckles. "You, calling me by that name, in that husky voice of yours, might become my new ki— thing," he corrects himself.
"Glad to see you’re managing to hold back your four-letter words."
The buzzing of his phone fills the room again. "You really need to get that, Hunter."
"I never should have turned on my phone, is what I should have done." He peers into my face. "I’ll never forget what you did for me, for our family. You are the bravest, most courageous person I’ve ever met. I’m honored you became my wife. I thank the powers that be for the day our paths crossed. If I’m born again, Fire, I hope you’ll do the honor of being my wife in that life, and in all our future life’s together."
Tears prick the backs of my eyes. I swallow down the lump of emotion that squeezes my throat. "Stop, you’re going to make me cry again."
"Don’t cry, baby. This is your time to be happy." He leans in and kisses my forehead.
"Oh, hope I’m not interrupting?"
We glance up to find Abby lurking in the doorway of the room. "I could come back." She turns as if to leave.
"You’re not interrupting." Hunter rises to his feet. "Actually, I’d be reassured if you kept Zara company while I make a few calls."
With a last glance at me, he prowls out.
"Come on in." I gesture to the girl. She walks over with a big bunch of flowers that she places on a table already overflowing with bouquets and toys. "Wow, this room smells like a garden," she exclaims.
"All of the Seven and their wives have sent me flowers and toys for the baby," I murmur.
"You mean the Seven who run the 7A company—"
"Yes, and the Sovranos."
Her gaze widens. "The Sovranos, as in, the Italian Mafia?"
"As in the Cosa Nostra," I nod.
Her eyes grow even bigger. "Aren’t they criminals, of sorts?" she whispers.
"Doesn’t everyone have skeletons in their closet?" I retort.
She flushes a little, glances away, then back at me. Huh? That was a guilty look, if ever there was one.
"You’re not good at hiding your thoughts, are you?"
Her cheeks grow brighter, if that’s possible. "It’s the curse of having such fair skin."
"Or a pure mind." I half-smile. "It’s okay to be innocent. In fact, it’s preferable one retains a core of innocence at heart. Just don’t be naive when it comes to making decisions, okay?"
She nods. "Thanks, Zara, I really appreciate you taking me under your wing."
"You’ve more than pulled your weight over the past few months on the campaign. Without your efforts, my husband couldn’t have been elected Prime Minister."
She hunches her shoulders. "Th-thank you so much."
"Raise your chin."
"Eh?" She blinks.
"Raise your chin, girl, and accept the praise. Own it like a mother—ducking—fitch." I stumble over my words. Guess Hunter’s not the only one who has to watch his language around the little ears.
