She huffed out a frustrated breath. “Once again, I think you’re overreacting.”
“Your cousin, who belongs to a New York family we aren’t allies with, is married to a man in Bolyshev Bratva. Correct?”
“Wait, how could you possibly know that?”
With a wink, I replied, “I did a quick background check on the way home.”
“I should’ve known,” she muttered as she followed me inside. One lamp burned in the far corner before Drea threw on the light switch.
Gazing around, I remarked, “Nice place.”
“It’s Bianca’s. She and her husband have a home in Soho.”
I furrowed my brows at her. “Why does she have her own place if she’s married?”
With a playful smile, Drea asked, “Oh, didn’t your background check tell you?”
“Smartass,” I uttered with a grin.
“If you must know, Bianca’s husband prefers the company of others.”
“Ah, a mistress?”
“More like a mister.”
My brows shot up in surprise. “Agaypahkan’s son?”
“Unfortunately for him, yes.”
“Jesus, he must have a death wish. I mean, it’s not like the famiglia accepts being gay, but it’s nothing like the Russians.”
“I know.”
As I thought about her cousin being in a loveless marriage, I couldn’t help thinking about Rafe and Drea’s future. “It has to be horrible for her.”
“Oh, Bianca isn’t hurting for male attention.”
“What about children? He might be the second son of a pahkan, but they’re still going to expect heirs.”
“You’re full of questions tonight, aren’t you?” Drea teased.
“Sorry. It’s none of my business.”
“You’re right, it’s not.” With a coy smile, she replied, “But to prevent you from wondering all night, they’ll do IUI or IVF.”
“Like in a clinic?”
“Exactly.”
I slanted my brows in confusion. “What’s the difference?”
“In what?”
“In those letters you mentioned.”
Drea blinked at me before heat tinged her cheeks. “Um, well, don’t quote me on this, but I think with an IUI, they take the guy’s…um…”
At her squirming, I couldn’t help saying, “Cum?”
