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he returned. I glanced back to the house to see the others had gone back inside. But then Adrik’s hand cupped my cheek. I faced him, tipping my head back in time to have his mouth on mine.

“There will be no trouble. Dimitri is just a… what do you say, worrywart?”

I grinned. “That’s it.”

“I am businessman. I have people wanting attention. The security keeps them at bay.”

“Okay.”

“You trust me to take care of you?”

Of course I did. Lucas had told me how he saw Adrik lost with rage on my behalf. I’d asked for the details the other day, and Lucas mentioned how he’d never heard such an animalistic roar come from someone before, but he did and then witnessed Adrik advance on that man and snap his neck. All in a matter of seconds. Apparently, he’d been wracked with fury on my behalf.

I rested my hand on his chest. “I trust you with everything, Adrik.”

His eyes darkened right before he claimed my mouth in a wild, searing kiss.

I looked forward to seeing where the night would take us.

Chapter Nineteen

Adrik

West looked from the restaurant back to me. His gaze ran over me, and he bit his bottom lip. He had not leaned all the way back in the seat, since it agitated his back, but right then, he had once again tilted all the way forward to study the restaurant I had picked to eat at.

“Are you sure I’m dressed all right for this place?” he asked once more.

“Da, you look good.” My voice came out a little lower than usual, agreeing wholeheartedly with my words. West looked good enough to eat.

“Adrik, I don’t know.”

Smiling, I opened my door and told him before I climbed out, “You will be fine.”

“What was the holdup?” Dimitri asked where he waited in the cooling breeze after a warm day.

I walked around the car and opened West’s door. “West is worried he does not look good for the restaurant.”

Dimitri chuckled. “It just means he is trying to impress you.”

West gasped as he exited. “I am not!”

“See, he is very defensive. Means he cares.”

“Shut up,” West grumbled and stalked toward the front entrance. Both Dimitri and I laughed.

I had never felt this light before. My chest expanded with the warmth I felt for the man still muttering to himself. It had something to do with Russian men.

I quickened my pace to slip in front of him and open the door. West’s glare at me made me grin.

“Your one has fire inside him.”

“Da, he does.”

“I’m going to kick the both of you in a second,” West said, pausing just inside the door for us.

“Please do not. You might hurt yourself, and then Adrik will blame me and make me bleed.”

West’s eyes widened as he looked from Dimitri to me, noticing Dimitri’s serious face. I did not defend myself. What Dimitri said was true.

“You wouldn’t,” West hissed.

I took his hand and led him toward the front counter. “I would.”

West shook his head, snorting. “You two are full of it.” Yet, I could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

“Do not fear. Adrik would feel bad afterward,” Dimitri taunted some more.

“He is wrong,” I said.

“Hello, how can I help you?” the waitress asked.

“I have two bookings. A table for one and a table for two under the name Hail.”

“Yes, sir, I see it right here.”

“You’re not joining us?” West asked Dimitri as the waitress grabbed some menus.

“There is no way I would intrude on your first date. I am here to enjoy a meal and keep an eye out.”

West blushed. Dimitri smirked and looked at me. “He is cute.”

“I agree, but that will be the last time you comment on it.”

Dimitri chuckled. “Yes, sir.”

“Right this way, gentlemen.” The waitress smiled sultrily at us. Obviously, she did not hear our conversation or chose not to, or she would have known neither West nor I were interested.

I retook West’s hand. I would never get bored of seeing the heat hitting his cheeks. The waitress showed Dimitri his table first and took his drink order before leading us to ours. It was not far from Dimitri’s, but enough to have some privacy.

“Can I get you any drinks for now?” She leaned in and placed my menu before me and turned to do the same for West, only she lingered a little longer and smiled warmer.

“Water,” I clipped.

“Um, I’ll have a Coke, please.” West gave me big eyes, not noticing how she looked at him. I did not like it. Not when she