Page 80 of Where the Wind Whispers

Violet was not helping.

She could tell just by the way Kaz glared at the clinic.

“She needs her vaccines,” Violet said quickly before Kaz could stew in his irritation for any longer than he already had. There was no need for him to get pissed off about something that would continue whether he approved or not. “It’s over in a couple of seconds. She cries for a bit then it’s over.”

Kaz closed the door on the baby, enclosing her in the SUV. “I’m going in next time.”

Violet shrugged. “Maybe she’ll calm down easier for you than she did for me.”

She doubted it would go over well with Kaz, but whatever. It was his choice.

“Dinner?” Kaz asked, pulling Violet to his side before she could move to get in the SUV. He pressed a kiss to her temple, making her smile. “The diner, yes?”

That sounded great, actually.

Violet and Anastasya didn’t leave the mansion very often, as it wasn’t exactly safe to do so. She was starting to get a little stir-crazy, though, and even something simple like dinner outside of the house was wonderful.

Simple, but wonderful.

“Should we?” Violet asked.

Kaz didn’t ask her to elaborate on her question. It spoke for itself. With everything that was happening, including Vera’s studio being bombed and then burned to the ground, the message was clear. No one from Kaz’s side of the bridge needed to be anywhere inside Brooklyn beyond Brighton Beach.

Violet didn’t ask for more information than Kaz offered to give to her. She didn’t know how he was handling things, or what was happening from his end. But there were more men posted at the house, and Kaz had been leaving a great deal more in the daytime.

Something was happening.

Or it would be.

“The diner is ours,” Kaz said. “It has fuck all to do with Alberto Gallucci.”

“Still in Lower Brooklyn, Kaz.”

“No one knows about it, krasivaya. Not as far as we’re concerned.”

Well, that was that.

Violet agreed with a smile and another kiss, only this time she pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth, giving him a wink as she stepped out of his arms before the kiss could lead to anything more.

Kaz’s head dropped back a little and he groaned, eyeing her from the side as she walked in front of the SUV to stand by the passenger door. “That wasn’t nice, Violet.”

“Two weeks,” she said.

His eyebrow lifted. “Two?”

“You can wait two weeks, Kaz.”

“That’s debatable.” Kaz smirked. “But I don’t have much of a choice, no?”

Violet grinned, opening up her door. “Nope.”

She was enjoying this far too much. No doubt, when they could finally fuck again, he would happily let her know just how little he appreciated her teasing.

Violet didn't mind a bit.

“Get in the car and stop looking so smug,” Kaz said, pulling open the driver’s door, “because I’m pretty sure I can still get your ass red and put you on your knees for something else before those two weeks are up, Violet.”

She was pretty fucking sure that her cheeks turned cherry red at his threat, given he’d said it loud enough that anyone within earshot could have heard it, and they were in a doctor’s parking lot.