“Victoria,” I prod gently.
She blinks. “Hmm?”
“Your day,zaya.”
“Oh. Yes.” My amusement deepens when she doesn’t blush at being caught daydreaming. “I have classes. Boring. I don’t know what the point is when everyone’s more focused on Thanksgiving being around the corner. Where are we spending it, by the way?”
I pause in the process of cutting my pancake into pieces. “With your family if you wish. Misha spends it with the Daniels’ family. He’s dating Savannah O’Donnelly’s sister.”
“Huh, they’ve been dating a long time, haven’t they?”
“I don’t keep count.”
She snorts. “Well, unluckily for Misha, I do. Anyhoo, Christmas is the big day in the O’Donnelly household. We can spend Thanksgiving here if you want?”
“American Christmas?”
“Irish,” she corrects with a grin. “But yeah. Ours is something Camille, Inessa, Brennan, and Eoghan alternate between hosting. Hey, we can host it too now!” She taps her chin again. “I suppose I’ll need to make the fuck furniture look like it’ll fit in the brownstone. You have all those elegant pieces, a touch of antiques too—can you get me some pictures?”
“I know you have Miroslava’s, but I’ll send you the rest of the staff’s information.”
“Yes, the staff are my domain now, aren’t they?”
Her glee has me grimacing. “A chore I’ll willingly gift to you,kroshka.”
“Good.”
“Misha deals with their background checks.”
“Gotcha.”
“Why do you need pictures of the furniture anyway?”
“Because my sisters are nosy. They kept it contained last time, but they’ll be scanning every room of the house when they come and visit.
“They know about the fuck furniture, but I want them to guess which piece it is in a room so they’ll always be wary of taking a seat.”
“Evil mastermind. Won’t it be the closest flat surface?”
“Not always.” Her eyes gleam. “I have some ideas.”
I shake my head but concede this to her.
“Do you like hockey?”
“I’m Russian. Of course I do.” I spoonvarenyeinto my tea. “Does that count as a hobby?”
“When was the last time you watched it?”
My wince earns me a knowing look. “That’s a no. The Dukes are playing tomorrow. Want to go?”
Because she’s more transparent than water, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “This is bonding time with Seamus, isn’t it?”
“I’ll sit between the two of you.”
I groan.
“Is that a yes?” she wheedles.
