“You did steal her heart,” she replies cheekily.
I shake my head and peer up at Kian. “They’re here to take me for lunch.”
“Not just you, sexpot. He’s coming too.”
“I am?”
“Scared?”
“Your husband is the only one scared of you, Rosalie,” Kian says smugly.
She cocks her hip and flips her cherry red hair back. “Everyone’s scared of me. You will be too. Give it time.”
I stifle my laugh and pat Kian’s chest. “Join us, love.”
“Yeah, it’ll be fun,” utters Bianca jovially. “I’ll invite Dash too.”
“All right.”
My heart soars with love that he’s making an effort to get to know my friends. Months ago, it wouldn’t have been possible. I’m so ecstatic he’s lowering his walls. The four of us drive—Kian and me following the girls in his car—to a nearby restaurant.
As soon as we’re seated at a table, Dash shows up, eyes pinned on his wife with a possessive heat.
“Hey, wifey.”
“Hey, darling.”
Tangling his fingers through her curly dark hair, he bends and seals his lips with hers, kissing her long and hard as though he hasn’t seen her in forever.
It’s not surprising, yet Bianca blushes when he finally lets her breathe.
“Missed you,” he murmurs, sitting down beside her.
Bianca melts against him with stars in her eyes. “Were you busy?”
“Never for you.”
Kian’s minty breath wafts against my ear as he mutters in concern, “He is Dash, right?”
I snort.
“I heard that,” jabs Dash with a scowl.
“There’s the business partner I know,” retorts Kian.
“Can we order already?” complains Rosalie. “I’m starving.”
“She gets cranky when she’s hungry,” I explain to Kian. Raising the menu, I lower my voice and warn, “Also, don’t make a face when she orders.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see.”
The waiter arrives. As predicted, Rosalie goes first. “For starters, I’d like paneer tikka, crispy corn, and veg kebab. Then, veg kofta, dal tadka, and mutter paneer with lachha paratha for the main course. That’s all for me, thank you.”
“Is she ordering to take it home for Nova?”
“Nope. Just for her.” Kian’s eyes bug out. “Told ya.”
