Love’s Fortune
he muttered, attempting to reach for the beer bottle on the coffee table.
I swatted his hand away playfully. "Nope, Mr. Grumpy-gills. You need some water in that system before another beer."
He feigned offense, raising an eyebrow. "Ouch, babe. You wound me." His grin, however, betrayed him.
"Oh, I know," I teased, leaning in for a quick peck.
"So, spill the magic potion. How's the big boss feeling now?"
Arthur shrugged, his gaze flickering away for a moment. "Still a bit… raw, I guess. Won't lie, seeing Vladimir again wasn't exactly a walk in the park."