“Good,” Dom replied, a small smile on his lips.
“I’m still jealous you got to marry her. Lucky fucker.”
“I know.” He stared over at me. “But she loves you, Vin. Never doubt how much.”
I grinned, feeling light. Yeah, she did love me. I guessed I was a lucky fucker too.
“What are we going to do about our new fans?” I asked, feeling their gaze still on us.
“Keep an eye on them. It might be nothing.”
“Or it might be something,” I said.
“It always is.” His face hardened as he stared out at the crowd like a king surveying his kingdom. “We’ll stay for a bit longer. If things start getting more suspicious, we’ll leave.”
It seemed like a sound plan. What was the worst that could happen?