“Fine, but you’ll never mention the binder again, right?”
His arms reached out to the side, that grin back on his face. “You’ve caught your prey, Geneviève. A lifetime of stalking has been rewarded!”
“You mean cursed.”
“How so?”
“Ever heard of ‘Be careful what you wish for’?”
That made him burst out laughing again. He grabbed the leashes, and the puppies. “I stalked you here, so we’re even. Now get up and move that beautiful ass of yours back upstairs.”
I stood and took one last mouthful of wine—I figured I’d need it. “Let’s go, old man.”