He falls silent. For the longest time, he doesn’t say anything at all.
This is bad, I realize, my heart sinking into my stomach. He’s going to fire me, isn’t he? I’ve f****d this up beyond repair, I—
“You were saving lives.” His deep, husky voice snaps me out of it, bringing me back to the present. Back to him, still pressedagainst me, as close as that night. “You don’t have to apologize for that.”
I’m stunned. I stare at Yulian’s face and try to figure out if this is his idea of a joke, if his lips are going to quirk up at the edges,flashing that handsome dimple one last time before he kicks me to the curb.
But he doesn’t do that.
Instead, he turns to his Maybach. “Maks,” he calls. “Go to Mia’s place and pick up her dress. You can take her car. Then meetback up with us at the venue.
