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Shoot, it’s happening too fast, but how do I tell Alek he can’t spend time alone with Vincent?
Alek gets up, then crouches in front of me. “Vincent will be safe with me. I’ll send you a photo every ten minutes.”
Knowing I can’t be selfish when it comes to Vincent, I nod. “Okay.”
A smile spreads over his face, and rising to his feet, he leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek. Instead of pulling away, he keeps still, and I feel his breaths fan over my skin.
Butterflies go crazy in my stomach, and tentatively, I turn my head until I meet his eyes. The golden flecks are on fire in his irises.
“Do you still want me to wait until the third date?”
He wants to kiss me.
Anticipation builds between us, and I love it so much, I nod. “I want you to wait.”
Letting out a groan, he sinks back onto his chair. “You’re torturing me.”
“You’ve survived worse.”
Our eyes lock, then he whispers, “So have you.”
Knowing Vincent can’t hear us, I ask, “Did you speak to anyone about what happened?”
“Just Misha.” He tilts his head. “You?”
“No. You’re the only person who will understand what I’ve been through.”
Alek reaches for my hand and links our fingers. “Do you need to talk about it?”
I shake my head. “I’d rather leave the ghosts in the past.”
“What would you like to talk about?”
I think for a moment, then ask, “Why did your father shoot me?”
Alek's face turns grim in a heartbeat. “He saw you as a liability.”
It hurts to hear the reason. My life was almost taken just because some man thought I was a liability. I never would’ve talked.
God, some people are vile creatures.
“I know you said you weren’t close with your father, but if things work out between you and me, you need to know I never want to see him. He’s not allowed near Vincent.”
Alek nods. “Things are very volatile between my father and I. Honestly, it’s only a matter of time before I kill him.”
I’ve always been against violence, but this is the one time I’d make an exception.
“What about your mother? Is she still in Russia?”
Alek nods. “Yes, but I’m going to bring her to the US.”
My tongue darts out to wet my lips, then I whisper, “I’m sorry about Vincent…your brother. How are you coping with it?”
“With seeing him die?” Alek asks. There’s a flash of pain in his eyes, and I hate that I asked the question.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”
He shakes his head. “Some days are better than others.”
