Page 64 of One Winter Knight
You should form a pack with Carlos. You’re not getting any younger. With your job you need a nice, stable pack at home.
I did love how they consideredCarlosstable.
Mamá
Make sure you wear clothes when performing tonight. It will be very cold, and you don’t want to get sick.
Mami
Who thought it was a good idea to have an outdoor concert, in winter, in Switzerland?
Me
There will be heat lamps. Love you, got to go.
Mami
Make sure you wear your nice glasses.
Me
Si, Mami.
Mamma
Yes. Be pretty for the beautiful girl. Be nice to her.
Be nice to Saoirse? Oh, yes, I’d besonice to her.
I silenced the chat. I’d call them tomorrow for Christmas.
Wait. The villa didn’t have a tree. I called the front desk and asked for one. Yes, we needed that in order to have a proper Christmas.
After cleaning up, I got out the garment bag Tyrell had sent over. Inside were black jeans, a shirt that saidEat More Pussyon the front andSuck More Dickon the back. There was also a nice warm hat with a winter pattern, an incredible long fur-trimmed coat, a silver chain, and some boots.
“Shite.” Saoirse stood there, in a tank top and ski pants. “Sorry.”
“It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked.” I winked. I pulled on some boxer briefs with bananas on them. My company made them.
She went into her suitcase, rummaging for something.
“Um, Bailey wants to post a video from the sound check. I’m fine with it not being posted. However, other people, not on my team, have posted it. None of them really show your face, though.” I’d checked.
“Oh. I…”
“Yeah, I’ll tell herno. I didn’t want to answer without checking with you, because it’s not just my decision to make,” I replied.
“Thank you.” She had clothes in her hand. “I might consider recording. That… that was fun, Dusty.”
After her never, ever using my name, Ilovedit when she used it.
“I’d like that, Mi Cielo. It was fun making music with you. I’ll see you there.” I leaned in and kissed her.
“We can’t.” Her voice broke as she pushed me away. “Seriously. After this we can’t see each other again.”
“Why?” But I knew. “It’s the government, right? How long do you have on your contract? It’s the Irish government you’re an assassin for?”
“You think I work for the government?” She gave me a look, one dark eyebrow arching.
