She tensed. “Ew.”
My lips twitched. Not because I was heartless, but because she said that verbatim every time.
“Why would I cheat on you with my PA? I don’t even have a PA.”
“The PA isn’t the point.”
“I have enough trouble with you. I’m not going to add to it.”
She gasped and pulled back. “Eoghan!”
“What? It’s true. Inessa,” I said flatly, “you consume every moment of my waking life. A good chunk of my sleeping one too.
“If I had to worry about another woman, I’d have a heart attack from the stress!” As she groused under her breath, I told her, “What? It’s the truth.
“Plus, there’s the fact that I don’twantanother woman.”
“That’s because we haven’t been married as long as Harry and Karen.”
“Inessa, our marriage isn’t like Harry and Karen’s,” I pointed out.
“Why isn’t it? We said the same vows, didn’t we?”
“Harry is an executive in some penny-ante office. I’m a sniper. I kill people for a living. If I didn’t love you, honey, I’d just shoot you.”
“Is that supposed to be reassuring?”
I grinned at her snark. “Yes.”
“Well, it isn’t,” she grumbled darkly. “What you’re saying is that you’ll never cheat, you’ll just shoot me when you want to be with someone else?”
“If I were another man, sure, that would be the solution. But I’m not another man.
“You’re my everything, Inessa. You’re the reason I get up, and you’re the reason I try to sleep.
“You’re the reason Icareabout politics, and the reason I obey when I’m sent on jobs, becauseyoursafety is paramount to me.”
She swallowed. “What about Bump?”
“Bump will be another obsession that gives me heartburn. The only thing that will end my obsession with you is death.”
“When you shoot me?”
I scoffed, “WhenIdie. Not you.”
“You mean that?” she asked with another sniffle.
“I do.”
She sucked in a breath then whispered, “Dean Forrester probably told his wife he wouldn’t cheat on her with his PA too.”
“Forrester was a schmuck.”
“You can be a schmuck too.”
“Yeah, but I’m on a different level.”
A snort escaped her but she tilted her head back to the movie and recommenced watching it. Her arms moved around my neck though, and she hugged me, which told me her snit from before was over.
“I love you, Inessa,” I whispered against her temple as she watched Hugh Grant make an ass out of himself on a school stage.
“I love you too, Eoghan,” she whispered back.
And I knew I was forgiven.
For the most part.