““His lips tightened. “I don’t like it.” “I know you don’t. You never like it when I want to do things, and you get bonus points for discussing it with me rather than just giving me an order and marching away likesome people would do.” Kostya muttered something under his breath. “I would do just that if I thought I could get away with it,” Drake answered, his mouth twisting wryly. Jim made a whipcrack noise. I glared it into silence before giving Drake’s knee a pat. “You’re learning, sweetie. I’ll make a husband out of you yet. When do we leave?””
