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He kissed Nastasia’s cheek for a second too long. “I missed you, my dove.”
All of a sudden, Nas pulled away, her expression turning arctic. “Heard you’re working for Laredo.” It sounded like an accusation.
His smile fell and his face turned stern. He didn’t deny it. “Oui.”
She stepped away from him, her face as pained as her voice. “How could you, Philippe? After what he did…” It became too much to speak about it, and I was stunned by the emotion she was showing. Nastasia seemed hard as nails. Whatever this Laredo guy did must’ve been pretty bad to warrant that kind of reaction.
Sasha walked in from the door behind the bar. He looked from an unrelenting Philippe to an emotional Nas, over to me, and then back to Philippe. “Back away, Nas.” She looked over at him, her eyes a raging fire. Sasha spoke coolly as always. “Philippe came because I needed him. Don’t disrespect him. You’ll regret it.” Although the words came out in threat form, the way his voice changed, softening slightly, suggested Nas didn’t know all the facts.
She blinked away tears then turned her face down to stare at the ground by Philippe’s feet. “I missed you, too,” she whispered. And then she was gone, rushing out of the bar and down the hall to the ladies’ room. We all watched her leave.
A long silence followed.
Sasha let out a sigh. “I told you to come straight to me, Neige.”
Philippe responded miserably, “I never stopped loving her.”
At my soft gasp, all eyes turned on me. I flushed and sputtered, “H-hi, I’m Mina.”
Sasha glowered at me.
I glowered right back then followed Nas into the ladies’ room. I sat on the bathroom vanity, looking at the closed door that separated us, waiting patiently for her to stop crying.
In Nas style, she flung open the door, her face blotchy and her eyes a nice shade of red, and uttered angrily, “Makes sense for men to have cocks since they’re all dicks.”
Chapter Twelve
Mina
Our bartending lesson had concluded with the arrival of Philippe Neige. I was curious about the man who could bring a woman like Nas to tears. On the way home, I asked carefully, “So, I’m guessing Philippe is an ex-boyfriend?”
Nas tried to ignore me, but the silence was too thick to overlook. “We were engaged for a short time. It was a whirlwind romance. It was over before it even began.”
“What happened?” I queried in my most sympathetic tone.
She sighed, aggravated. “He did what all men do eventually.” She paused to add quietly, “He disappointed me.”
“Did you love him?”
Nas went quiet. She breathed in slowly and replied on an exhale, “I’ve only ever loved one man. And Philippe wasn’t him.” Quickly changing the subject, she asked, “What about you, Mina? Have you ever been in love?”
“Yes,” I responded easily. I side-eyed her, itching to spot her reaction. “I fell in love with my brother.”
She did not disappoint.
“Ewwwww,” was out of her mouth before I’d even finished. “Please tell me you’re joking. If you’re not, I’m going to pull over and ralph, because that’s fucking nasty.”
I leaned back in my seat, laughing. “He was my foster brother. No relation.” I grinned. “God, you’re good value.”
She smiled then, reluctantly. “Bitch.” She shook her head. “Tell me about mister brother man, then.”
“I was twelve when I first got put into foster care. I was one of the lucky ones. The first family I was placed with was the one I stayed with till I took to the streets.” My brow furrowed. I hadn’t thought about Maggie and John Peterson for a long time. “Maggie was everything I needed at a time I’d lost it all. She was wonderful. John, her husband, was just as good. He included me in everything, made it like we were a real family. They had a pair of twins, five-year-olds, who adored me. Ben and Chris.” I smiled. “I taught them how to ride a bike.” I sighed.
“Uh oh,” Nas began. “Something big is coming. I can feel it.”
“When I was sixteen, Maggie came into my room. She looked kind of worried. That was when she explained that her son from her first marriage was going to come live with us after his father had a run-in with the law. I didn’t know what the big deal was. This was her child. I mean, why was she even explaining this to me? I told her it was okay. I even told her he could have my room if he needed it, that I’d sleep on the couch.” My voice turned soft. “His name was James. He was almost eighteen, a star football player and absolutely gorgeous.”
“Boom. And there’s the kicker.”
I grinned. “He was sweet, and funny, and a total flirt. He was also the first guy to have the guts to kiss me, right in the backyard, under the noses of Maggie and John. I fell in love with him so effortlessly.” I chuckled at the memory. “Before long, we were sneaking kisses all over the place, and he would slip into my room at night after everyone else had fallen asleep.” I sighed dreamily. “We’d talk all night long until talk got in the way of kissing. And then I turned seventeen. One thing lead to another, and soon we were doing a lot more than talking and kissing, if you know what I mean.”
