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I walk over and squeeze her half to death in a hug. “Thank you, Ro. These are—they’re perfect. You’re perfect.”
We’re still hugging when Misha and Konstantin join the party. Rowan shifts away from me as Konstantin arrives, lowering her head. She won’t even look at him.
Konstantin throws her a cool, casual nod and then kisses me on the cheek. “The box in the red wrapping paper is mine.”
“You got me a gift, too?”
“Duh. Go ahead,” he prompts. “Open it.”
I tear apart the red wrapping paper and find a fancy baby monitor inside. It’s insanely complex, all decked out with a bunch of gadgets I can’t even name. I’m pretty sure this thing could launch spaceships.
“It’s been vetted by your husband and the security team,” Konstantin tells me. “It’s the best one on the market. Doesn’t matter where in the house you are; these things will pick up every single sound. Your little buggers won’t even be able to blink without you knowing it.”
I hug him tight. “Konstantin, you’re the best.”
“Again—duh.”
When everyone is eating and mingling, I walk over to where Misha is standing by the French doors. He has a glass of champagne in his hand, but he has barely touched it.
“You okay?” I ask.
He tries out an unconvincing smile. “Fine.”
“You’ve been distracted the last few days.”
“I’m just preoccupied with… resolving things.”
I smooth my hand down his arm. “You don’t have any control over that, my love.”
His eyes darken. “That’s exactly what is worrying me.”
“I get it. I really do. But it’s our baby shower. Let’s just try and enjoy it, yeah?”
He hides his worry behind a smile and kisses my forehead gently. “I haven’t given you my gift yet.”
“Oh my God! Not you, too!”
He laughs softly at my reaction and reaches into his pocket. “That is not how most women react to getting a gift.”
“Well, I’m not most women.”
“Don’t I know it.”
I smack him on the arm, but he ignores me and produces a little black box in the palm of his hand.
“Jewelry?”
“Open it and see.”
I flip open the lid, but instead of diamonds, I see a shiny black key.
“Misha,” I breathe. “Is that…?”
He smiles. “That is the key to your brand new Rolls Royce Phantom.”
“Misha!”
“You needed a new car,” he says, as though the decision is purely practical and completely unemotional. “And this one is fitted with every safety measure known to man, including being one hundred percent bulletproof.”
