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“That’s a wonderful idea.”
“How’s tonight?” she asks quickly.
I freeze. “Tonighttonight?”
“Is there another kind?” she chuckles. “Shall we say… eight o’clock? Lovely, so glad you agree. Pass this onto my brother and I’ll see you then, Paige.”
She throws me a flippant little wave and then she walks out of the living room as breezily as she entered it.
“What the hell was that?” I ask when I finally have the wits to turn to Rada and Layna.
Rada gives me a sympathetic smile. “That was your first introduction to your in-laws.”
57
MISHA
“Well, hello, honey. So glad you’re home.”
I raise my eyebrows and turn to Paige. “Your tone would suggest otherwise.”
I go hang my coat in the foyer closet and return to deal with whatever the fuck has gone wrong in the eight hours since I left my spitfire of a wife.
“Do you like surprises, darling?” she practically hisses at me. “Is that something you enjoy?”
“Not particularly, no.”
“Then we’re on the same page.”
“Not really,” I say impatiently. “Is there a reason you’re throwing all this passive-aggressiveness at me? Or do you want me to guess?”
“Guessing would serve you right,” she snaps. “But unfortunately, I’m not sure I have the time to play games with you. Not when we have guests coming for dinner in less than an hour.”
“Guests?” I repeat, my impatience turning quickly to alarm. “What do you mean?”
“Your mother and sister,” she snaps, her eyes narrowing into slits.
I can feel myself pale. “Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah,” she says with a nod. “That’s exactly right.”
“How the hell did that happen?”
“I’m not quite sure myself. I was wrapped up in oils and scrubs and masks when this gorgeous woman who looks like you walked in and demanded to know who I was. Your own sister had no idea you were married.”
I wince, imagining how that scene must’ve played out. “She saw the ring? Why didn’t you hide it?”
“Jesus, Misha!” she yells, throwing her arms up. “She asked me who I was, so I told her. She was taken completely off-guard. I’m pretty sure she hates me now. Not that I can blame her. I mean, it must be pretty blindsiding to walk into your brother’s house and be introduced to the wife you didn’t know he had.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, striding past her towards the staircase.
“Where are you going?”
“Maybe I can cancel—”
She grabs my wrist and drags me around to face her. “You arenotgoing to cancel on them. They’ll be here in forty-five minutes. This dinner is happening.”
“Jesus.”
