The Queen's Gambit
“I know, you’re right. I just hoped that he had some couth of his own.”
Roman barked a laugh, draining his cup of expresso before slamming it down on the table. “He’s Irish. Don’t think they’ve ever even heard of the word.”
He got to his feet, “This has been…illuminating, but I gotta go. Sonia is having puppies. Sergei called to say she’s gone into labor.”
“Aww,” I pouted, “wish I could see that. You’re not gonna sell ‘em are you?”
“Nope. Second generation of pit bulls to breed to be loyal to me? No way I’m giving that up.”