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“What does she mean?” Caprice asked.

The laughter had been dying down until she opened her mouth, and of course it started up again. He’d forgotten she was with them because she was so quiet.

Lucia cleared her throat, and added, “I was young once and guys think with their dicks, and act like one most of the time until the right woman comes along and knocks them on their ass.”

Dad slipped her hand into his. “I think the boys need to get over the shock of hearing those words come out of your mouth, honey.”

“Oh, stop. The boys will have used cruder words than that, right?”

She asked the table at large and while Emelia smirked at them being put on the spot, her gaze landed on Dante.

He wondered what his brother thought about while Lucia tried to get their goat about dicks. Sex wasn’t something that had ever been mentioned in Dante’s presence before, at least, not since he put on the collar.

“Hmm, I thought as much. Anyway, eat up. There is peach cobbler, apple pie, or pumpkin pie for dessert.”

Diego groaned. “Mom, my stomach is going to explode.”

“You say that every dinner when you’re home. Don’t you think it’s about time you didn’t eat so much?”

Diego grinned and shoveled a whole roast potato into his big mouth. “I burn it off at the gym.”

“At your age, you should know better than to talk with your mouth full,” Dad grouched.

Eric sure had his mind taken from what he had discovered, and the worry about Sylvia, but it was there hovering in the background.

Later, he’d check with Talya or even Yuri that Sylvia returned home safely, and then he’d give her time to cool off and to miss him before he showed up to get her back.

He could now admit that he’d been an ass. His only excuse was shock. He hadn’t been able to believe his ears when he’d heard them talking about the past. He wanted to believe it had been a mistake, but that was soon dashed.

He’d been an ass, and he had to prove to Sylvia—once and for all—what she meant to him because he feared nothing else would make her listen to him.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Sylvia are you ready?” Talya shouted from the living room of their apartment.

“Nearly.”

It had been a week since Sylvia had left Montana and she hadn’t heard a word from Eric, which broke her heart all the more. She’d expected to see him when he returned, but nothing. Talya hadn’t even heard from him either. It was as though they’d never been together in the first place, and but for the ache in her belly, she’d believe that.

Temptation had her looking at her cell at certain times during the day as she waited for it to ring, or she got the nerve to call him herself. But so far nothing. She was afraid that if she did call, he wouldn’t answer. That’s the thing about caller I.D.

With a heavy sigh, she walked into the living room and found Talya struggling to fasten a high heel sandal to her foot.

“Shit, I’m going to need another shower once I’ve gotten these things on.”

Sylvia laughed at her friend. She did look hot and bothered. The sandals were nice though. The high heels and the straps were in silver with a hint of black. Talya was tall and the shoes made her legs look as if they went on for miles. Her outfit was clingy, but elegant. The black dress had swirls of silver up each side in a fine print, and her, now, ‘deep red’ hair flowed down her back in curls.

There was only one reason why she would go all out with her appearance, and that was because of Yuri.

Sylvia narrowed her eyes when she held her friend’s gaze.

“What?” Talya looked at herself. “Sylvia, what is it? What’s wrong with me?”

“Hmm.” Sylvia walked closer. “Please tell me that you are not going to see Yuri?”

Talya blushed. “He might be there.”

“Really?”

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