“You could slow dance.”
Sasha jumps up, gun drawn as he blocks me from danger. That danger being Chewy popping up in my house and giving me enough of a fright for a little bit of pee to come out.
“Chewy! For shit’s sake, you almost made me shit myself!” I push Sasha out of the way, and shove him again to get him to sit down.
“I was just walking past and I heard your conversion. I think it’s a very romantic thing you are planning, Sasha. Especially trusting the MC when sometimes the MC doesn’t always trust Roman.”
“Roman likes to be mysterious. Trust me, he wants what’s best for the MC.”
Chewy stares at him for a long moment before shrugging. “I know. I do my research. Anyway, you should learn to dance. Or do whatever Bratva people do. What do you do?”
Sasha sits quietly for a moment, unmoving. His fingers tap on his thigh before he turns to look at Chewy. “I think I would like a tattoo. Something simple, pledging my life to my love. It shall be a vow.”
Chewy blinks once before snorting, “That sounds the very opposite of simple. That sounds very serious and if I was Mira I would say hideously romantic. I like that. Lovely will do it for you.” With that she leaves, bumping into the door jamb and then slamming the door behind her.
“She is a very unusual little woman.”
I stare at the spot Chewy just left. “Yep, she is. But now you have a plan. You just need to convince Roman of it.”
“Oh, don't you worry, I can beveryconvincing. One time I did this thing with my tongue-”
“Nope!” Gus spins in place after taking two steps into the living room.
He spins once more, scoops up our son to save our table leg, and then leaves again, grumbling about girl talk.
“OK, he's gone now, tell meeverything.”
Chapter 3
Chewy
“As my best friend I’m going to ask you a favor and you won’t be able to say no because I am pregnant.”
Rider raises a brow and does that thing with his lips where he’s trying not to laugh at me. I don’t mind if Rider laughs. He doesn't do it in a mean girl way, he does it in a way that means he finds me amusing.
“Is this favor gonna get me in trouble?”
My brows pull in. “Why would you get in trouble?”
Rider waves his hand in the air before he leans on the door jamb, “Oh I don’t know. Probably because since Rhodie knocked you up he’s even more of a protective ape than he was before. He kicked Tank’s ass whenyoubumped intohim.”
“My spatial awareness has gotten shittier,” I concede, “but this shouldn’t be a problem. I only need your event management skills.”
“You and everyone else,” he mutters.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing.” His eyes dart and I know he’s keeping secrets. All the men will be. They’ll all be planning secret Valentine's surprises for the women. Not my man, I told him I don’t need any of that stuff.
“Whatever. So, can you help me?”
“Depends on what you need.”
“I want to organise a Galentine's celebration for the Girl Gang. The internet had conflicting ideas.”
His brow furrows a little and he purses his lips. “OK, you’ll want snacks, good music, party bags with shit that the Girl Gang would like and if you want to really get into it hire a beauty or massage person. Fuck, I’m good!” He pumps his fist, like he just won something really important.
“Well, that makes it way easier. The interweb says I should pamper them myself and I’m not doing that.”
