Her lips press into a tight knot, fighting against her smile. “Am I? I think I’ve forgotten. As soon as theceremony is over, maybe you can remind me. From behind.”
I bite down on my knuckle. “Do you want peace between us and the Greeks or not? Because I amdangerously close to carrying you out of here and making you make all my favorite noises.”
Belle just laughs and pulls me into the crowd.
The babysitter is already on the plane when Belle and I arrive.
“Inessa went down like a dream,” she informs us. “She’ll sleep for a few hours, I’m sure. So now thatyou’re here, I’m going to go sleep, too, if that’s okay?”
Belle waves her on. “Of course. That’s the benefit of getting the jet with the private rooms. We canactually relax.”
“Because we won’t relax enough in Iceland
