Giggling, swaying dangerously on her stilettos as her knees threatened to buckle, Geena threw her arms around Russ’s neck and covered his broad, handsome face with eager kisses.
“So, that’s a yes then, I take it.” He grinned at her.
Geena grinned back. “Yes,” she answered, and kissed him again. “Yes, and yes, and absolutely yes.”
Epilogue
The limo was kind of silly, considering they were only taking it back to Russ’s apartment after the ceremony. But Flynn had insisted. It really was kind of sweet of him, Geena thought as Russ handed her into it and slid in beside her. She settled the voluminous white skirt of her wedding dress around her, and waved to Chell as they pulled away. Then she turned to Russ, who had found a box on the floor and opened it. He was looking down into it with the oddest expression.
“Russ? What is it?”
He glanced up at her, his eyes both gleaming and oddly bashful. He opened his mouth, and then looked out the window, surprised. Unrolling the privacy barrier, he spoke to the chauffeur. “Uh, we’re going east.”
“Yes, sir,” the chauffeur replied smartly. “Mr. Davies’ orders, sir.” Touching his cap politely, he re-rolled the barrier. For the first time, Geena noticed it was totally opaque.
She glanced at Russ, puzzled. He grinned, nodding at a box on the floor at her feet. “Open it.”
She did, and lifted out a cat mask. “Flynn, you presumptuous bastard.” Torn between amusement and outrage, she looked at Russ, who tilted his box toward her. Inside, curled neatly, was a worn leather belt.
Geena swallowed as she gazed up into Russ’s intent hazel eyes. Taking the cat mask from her suddenly-nerveless fingers, he slid it carefully over her features and whispered into her ear, his voice both warm with affection and hoarse with lust.
“Tell me, pretty kitty. Have you ever done it in the back of a limo?”
THE MIGHTY FLYNN
THE END
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