“What’s the issue?” I asked.
“Issue,” Kyrill drawled, “is Sasha looks like he is about to fight the sun for seeing you in it.”
I turned slightly to look up at Sasha, raising a brow questioningly. “Are you about to fight the sun?”
“Not yet.”
I snorted. “Reassuring.”
Kyrill pushed a plate of eggs and toast toward me. “Eat.”
I took a bite and pointed my fork at him. “You’re enjoying this.”
“I am observing.”
“You are absolutely enjoying this.”
“I have known Sasha ten years,” Kyrill mused. “This is most entertaining breakfast I’ve had in a decade.”
Sasha snorted quietly. “You’re dramatic.”
“You threaten your own men for greeting her.”
Sasha scowled. “He smiled at her.”
“Because he didn’t want to frighten her.” Kyrill snorted.
A muscle in Sasha’s jaw jumped. “He was looking at her.”
I nearly choked on my coffee. “Oh my God.”
Kyrill turned to me, adopting the patient air of someone explaining wildlife behavior to a tourist. “Sasha is territorial.”
I gave him a flat look. “I gathered as much.”
“Before you,” Kyrill continued thoughtfully, “he was mostly territorial about weapons.”
“Should I be concerned?”
“Bah. Nothing to be concerned about here.”
Sasha’s thumb brushed lazily along my collarbone.
“It’s too early in the morning for you to talk this much,” he told Kyrill.
“You kidnapped a woman and brought her to Puerto Rico,” Kyrill replied calmly. “You have forfeited the right to quiet breakfasts.”
“Irescuedher.”
“From what?”
Sasha shrugged. “A stalker and a boring life.”
I lifted my coffee mug and raised it in a toast. “To the exciting alternative.”
Kyrill clinked his mug against mine. “To chaos.”
Sasha watched us both with the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. His hand was still resting on my shoulder as if it had always been there.