Alle Kapitel von My Sister's Fiance: Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 145

I was still holding Max’s pack of crackers when Zach’s words reached my brain in an extremely rude way.Since Medellín.Not since this morning. Not since Daniel Kessler hit the wet pavement with Theo’s face torn halfway off. Not since his phone coughed up one leftover file after the auto-wipe and called me the primary guardian like I was applying for a job in hell.Since Medellín.I put the crackers back in the drawer with a level of care no children’s snack deserved. If I set them down too hard, I might start throwing things. And Max’s dinosaur lamp was too cute to become collateral damage in the war against an Italian man with a God complex.I turned around slowly.Zach was still standing near the door, tall, half-wet, far too handsome for a situation this morally disgusting. The ends of his black hair had started to dry, falling slightly over his forehead. His white T-shirt clung to his chest in a way that should have been illegal within fifty feet of a kid’s bedroom.“Since Medell

I closed the tablet. “This doesn’t mean I agree.”“I know.”“This doesn’t mean I trust you.”“I know.”“And if you secretly have a basement room filled with photographs, red string, and strands of my hair in plastic bags, I’m burning down your forest.”This time, his smile appeared a little more fully. Thin. Dark. Extremely unhelpful to national stability. “Your hair is difficult to get.”I stared at him.He added, “You’re always replacing your brush.”I pointed at him. “That is the creepiest thing you’ve ever said, and you once told me Switzerland was too cold for kidnapping.”“I thought you liked observant men.”“I like men who can die quickly when necessary.”“Promising.”Before I could decide whether the heavy security tablet could be used as a blunt weapon, Bianna appeared in the sitting-room doorway with her phone in one hand and the expression of a woman who had just found her purpose in life.“Boss.”“What?”“I have a suite.”“I know.”“Not a room. A suite.”“Congratulations.