Page 90 of Married to the Rockstar
“If it’s a little girl we arenotnaming her Jeremy.”
She grinned at that. Another thing they could agree on. Look at them agreeing on all the things. “I like Irina.”
“There are never enough Irinas in the world,” he agreed.
That bought him a lip-lock. A version that she saved for alone time when she got creative with her tongue and her teeth.
Things heated, and it was clear he was about to drag her back to the kitchen to try out the thing he’d been talking about trying on a countertop. But she stilled because there was an elderly lady patiently waiting for them to stop.
Knox didn’t remove his mouth even as he lifted his eyebrows in question.
“I think we have company,” Irina murmured against his lips.
Clearly reluctant, he released her.
He clarified once that was his least favorite part of any embrace. He didn’t want to let her go, not even a little.
But Irina knew this woman. She was a friend of Tanner’s—part of the retirement home crew that added booze to all their food. Babushka! That was the woman’s name. She asked everyone to call her Babushka—unless she didn’t like you. Then she asked you not to call her anything.
“You are Irina, yes?” Babushka asked in a thick Russian accent, as she moved in their direction.
Irina grinned. “I am. And you’re Babushka.”
Babushka smiled a toothy-as-hell smile. “I am.”
“And I have heard so much about you.” Irina bounced on her toes, practically giddy with excitement.
An excitement Knox did not echo. Probably because now he wasn’t going to get laid in the kitchen.
“Good. Ve don’t need introductions.” Babushka waved her hand. “Now, about Tanner.”
“What about Tanner?” Knox asked, coming behind Irina and wrapping her in his embrace. She loved that he got to do this now, and they didn’t stop when they were alone.
If anything, that’s when things got interesting.
Like when he showed her the really good alone-time stuff—things that involved Twizzlers and glow sticks. She agreed not to judge it until she tried it, and then afterward she definitely made him promise to do it again.
“Ve have made his match.” Babushka pressed her hands together in front of her chin. “He vill be so happy.”
“Does he know you’ve made his match?” Irina asked, carefully. “Because that seems like something he should be involved in.
“Darling, no.” Babushka shook her head. “His match is made, now he must do his part.”
“Then what do you need from us?” Irina asked, glancing over her shoulder to Knox.
“Now, you do your part.” Babushka rubbed her gnarled wrists together and grinned. “It vill be fun, no?”
“Oh dear God,” Irina said under her breath. She’d heard about Babushka’s brand of fun. Sometimes it ended with bail money. “But what the hell, I’m in.”
“Fun is always relative, but I think in this case I am also in on this match you’ve made.” Knox held his knuckles out for a bump.
Babushka did not disappoint.
Oh hell. This was about to get good.
