Borris nodded.
Wallace pulled Boris up to his feet and motioned for his brothers to assist him.
“You two keep him steady, one on each side, and make sure he gets back home safe. And get him cleaned up before your mother sees him like this. I’m sure she’s got enough to worry about.”
“We’re gonna come back to this park, and if we find you three doing anything other than playing basketball or reading the Bible, you’ll all get a beating from me,” I said.
“She’s way meaner than I am,” Wallace said, before addressing Lev. “And be careful not to get blood on that RatHound shirt. It’s a valuable vintage piece of clothing.
Lev immediately took off the shirt, before walking over to Officer Wallace and handing it to him. “Our father was at this show when he was around my age. He said it was right after the fall of the Berlin wall, and the first time him and his friends were allowed to see a rock band play live.”
“I can’t take this from you,” Wallace said, clearly moved by the young man’s gesture.
“You did what my father would have done if hecaught Boris doing what he did. I know he’d want you to have it.”
“Lev means lion in Russian, doesn’t it?” Wallace asked.
Lev nodded.
“Alright, Lev the lion-hearted. Get you and your brothers home safely and stay out of trouble.”
The one-two punch of Wallace handling himself while protecting me, and serving as a caseworker for Russia’s misguided youth was all too much for my lady bits. I needed to get him down the block and upstairs to my apartment as quickly as humanly possible.
* * *
The second we entered my apartment, I shoved him up against the wall and kissed him as I tugged on the waistband of his pants.
“Whoa there, tiger,” he said. “What’s happening here?”
“Sex. Sex is happening here,” I panted out, running my nose against his pulse. God, he smelled great.
He slid his hand to my neck and lifted my chin. “You wanna fuck, T—?”
I covered his mouth before he could say my real name, then tapped my ear. I had no idea if anyone was listening. If they were, they were about to get an earful and I didn’t care about any of it, as long as they didn’t discover our true identities.
He frowned. “Seriously?”
I nodded.
He leaned in close and whispered, “Let’s find out.”
I let out a frustrated grunt. “Or we could do that after.”
He shook his head, sliding his phone out of his pocket and pulling up an app.
I narrowed my eyes and mouthed, “You have an app for that?”
“I have an app for everything,” he retorted back in a whisper.
I rolled my eyes and waited for him to sweep my apartment, and the man was thorough, so it took a minute, then he faced me and nodded. “All clear.”
“You didn’t check behind the toilet,” I grumbled.
“You discuss state secrets while on the john?”
“It’s where I do my best work, honestly.”
Wallace laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist.
