He frowns when he glances down. “Why is there a toy car skewered on your heel?”
“Towing,” I say. “It’s a hard job, day and night.”
“Hm.” He steps into the apartment, followed by Maksim. That cheeky dimple is back on his face, just in time to make fun ofme. “I suppose someone’s gotta do it.”
He takes my hand, helps me out of Eli’s death trap on wheels. My heart somersault when his face comes close to mine.
Get a grip, Mia. You’re going to marry this guy. Keep your cool, goddammit.
“I hear congratulations are in order.” Maksim winks. “Didn’t think I was gonna live to see the day.”
“Means nothing in our line of work.”
“That’s incredibly reassuring,” I mumble.
“Oh, don’t be nervous.” He pats me on the shoulder. “You’re in great hands. If anyone’s good at dodging bullets—”
“Who’s good
