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“You’ll wear a bikini?”
“No.”
His shoulders deflate until I lean in. “It’s a private beach, so I prefer to go naked,” I whisper before walking ahead of him.
He curses in a mix of Russian and English. The only words I catch are fuck and hard-on, but it’s enough to make me laugh.
“You’ll pay for that,” he growls in my ear as he wraps his arm around me.
I look up at him, having no idea my heart is in my eyes. Though the world will see in the morning when we appear splashed all over the news as the mystery couple who bewitched the crowd of onlookers.
The night itself turns out to be a lot more fun than I thought it would be. With people’s identities hidden, it gave them a chance to let loose, which made people-watching that much more fun.
Standing there sipping my drink, I realize it will be difficult with Maxim, but it won’t be impossible. Nights like this proved it. If you want something bad enough, then you make it work. I smile when I catch the man himself heading toward me.
The smile slides off my face when I see his expression. “What’s wrong?” I ask him once he reaches me. Instead of answering, he takes my elbow and leads me outside. “What’s going on?”
Still nothing as he practically drags me to the car before shoving me inside.
“What the hell?” I yell before he climbs in and takes my hands in his. “Okay, Maxim, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”
“It’s Calix. He’s been shot.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY
Ihold Calix’s hand and stare at his face. He looks peaceful, almost like he’s asleep—or he would if it weren’t for the bandage wrapped around his head and the tube down his throat.
“What happened?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“I don’t know. I was on my way here to track him down when a contact called me and told me he had been shot.”
I look over at Rémy, who is leaning against the wall. “I want to know who did this.”
“I’m working on it. Maxim is out there with a team of guys retracing Calix’s steps.”
I look back at Calix and swipe the tear I feel running down my face. “Work harder,” I snap. I know I’m being unfair, but I feel so utterly useless.
Rémy moves up behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. “He’ll be okay, Sugar. He didn’t make it this far just to give up now.”
“He thinks I don’t want him. If he dies now, it’s with the knowledge that I walked away.”
His hand squeezes my shoulder harder.
“I can’t remember if I told him I loved him. I told him I hated him, though. I remember that. I don’t, you know.” I look up at Rémy, giving up on trying to hold the tears back. “I never did, not even a little bit.”
Rémy pulls me to his chest just as the machine beside me starts going nuts.
I turn back to Calix and see him convulsing on the bed.
“Oh, God.”
The door slams open, and medical staff rushes in. Rémy yanks me back so they can work on him. When his body goes limp, I’m almost relieved until one of the nurses yells that he’s not breathing.
The doctor looks at me and shakes his head. “He has a DNR. I’m sorry.”
“No. NO. I’m his wife, dammit. You will bring him back to me.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t.”
