Superfan (Brooklyn #3)(89)

She holds up her hand to show me the ring sparkling from her finger.

This should be fun.

When I emerge from the bedroom, it isn’t just Becky in the living room. Avivit is here, looking as badass as usual in her black pants and T-shirt. “Morning, sports guy,” she says to me.

“Morning, soldier.” She gives me a fractional smile. I think she’s part robot.

When Carl Bayer told us that he had a bodyguard for us to meet, I’d expected someone like Mr. Muscles.

“Meet your new bodyguard, Delilah,” the older man had said. “Avivit is ex-special forces in the Israeli military. And since your brand is all about girl power, I thought, why not add some real girl power to your team?”

Avivit and Delilah get along great. And I’m glad Delilah is safe. But Avivit has no time for me. “I’ll bet you know seventeen different ways to kill me,” I’d joked the first time she showed up for work in the morning.

“Eighteen,” she’d said.

But Becky loves me, so at least I’ve got that. “How’s the birthday boy?”

“Spectacular!” I say, because it’s true. I still can’t get my head around it.

Then Delilah comes out of the bedroom. “Morning, Becky. We’re just having the usual Thursday, right? A few calls. A meeting. My new engagement ring.” She holds up her hand.

And Becky freaks. My ears may never be the same. There’s some hugging and screeching and then Becky attacks me, too. Even Avivit smiles.

“This is the best news ever!” Becky cries. “You deserve this. Both of you! When are you getting married?”

“Not sure,” I say cheerfully.

“Where?” Becky tries.

“Don’t know that either,” Delilah adds.

“We’ll figure it out,” I say. “It’s complicated. But we like it that way.” And Delilah hugs me a little more tightly to tell me she agrees.