He checks his watch like I’m wasting his time. “I’d have thought you would understand.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“What was her name… the pretty blonde in the red blouse?” He takes a step closer to me as my face goes blotchy with involuntary anger. “When it comes to marking territory, let’s not beat around the bush: you’re as guilty as I am.”
Leonty is chuckling by the door and Marge has abandoned any attempt to pretend like she’s not eavesdropping.
“Leave,” I hiss in his face. “Now.”
“I will—as soon as you let me go.”
His eyes fall between us and I realize my hand is wrapped around his wrist. I drop it like it’s on fire and spring away immediately.
Andrey winks. “Have a good day, lastochka.”
It takes a few seconds after he’s gone before the angry blush on my cheeks finally
