Her eyes snap to my face. "You're the stubborn one." She turns her gaze to the doors, then adds, "And so freaking bossy."
"I'm used to getting my way," I chuckle.
The doors open, and when we step out into the basement, she mutters, "That makes two of us."
Mariya's guards, Ivan and Lev, climb out of the SUV.
"We're heading out for lunch," I call to them.
Instantly smiles stretch over their faces. I'm going to have to show the two men around the apartment and the private escape stairs for when they're guarding Mariya whenever I'm at work.
I open the passenger door for my wife and wait for her to
climb into the G-Wagon. On the spur of the moment, I lift her
hand and press a kiss to her fingers before setting it down on
her lap.
A cautious light fills Mariya's eyes, telling me she doesn't
trust my actions one bit. She just needs time.
I shut her door, and walking around the vehicle, I slide behind the steering wheel and start the engine. As we pull on our safety belts, I ask, "Anywhere specific you'd like to have dinner?"
She doesn't even have to think about it as she answers, "Fogo De Chao."
"Good choice." I pull out of the parking and steer the vehicle toward the exit. "I'm in the mood for steak."