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I let out a chuckle as we walk into the mansion.
“Mama,” he calls.
“In the kitchen.” When we get close, I hear her muttering, “I’m always in the kitchen. Why the child has to shout, I’ll never understand.”
I chuckle again, and it earns me a slap against my back from Viktor.
It’s moments like this where I feel like I’m a part of the Vetrov family.
Chapter 27
Everleigh
“Yesterday, some idiot raced past us as if he was participating in Formula One,” I complain to Rosalie.
It’s the first time I’m visiting her at her home, and let’s just say I’m blown away. I knew she came from money, but the mansions (yes, plural) are spectacular.
“The driver was a freaking maniac.”
She shakes her head. “It’s insane.” She glances over her shoulder, then asks, “How many sugars?”
“Two, please.” I look at the living room where Vincent is trying to teach Roman how to play with cars. Rosalie’s son is trying to eat them while mine is patiently saying no, then showing how to push the little cars on the tiles.
I have an amazing child.
Rosalie places a cup of coffee down in front of me. “Have you heard from that guy again?”
“The one who wouldn’t take no for an answer?” I pick up the cup and take a sip.
“Yes, that one.”
I shake my head. “No. I’m glad he got the message.”
She scrunches her nose then gives me a playful smile. “So you really don’t want to date again?”
“I’m closed for business.”
“Don’t you miss it?” she asks. “You’re only twenty-two.”
“Sometimes it gets lonely, but in my heart, I know I’ll never love anyone besides Vincent’s dad.”
“It’s a shame,” she murmurs over her cup of coffee. “Viktor has a new employee, and I think you’ll make a great couple. He’s on the quiet side, but he’s a hard worker.”
“No, thank you.”
“He’s really good-looking.” I give her a look of warning for her to stop. “Fine, I’ll drop the subject.”
We hear a car’s engine, and Rosalie's smile brightens. “Oh, I think Viktor’s home. You’ll get to meet him.”
Crap.
“You said he’s working late.” That’s the only reason I agreed to come over. Just because I’ve become friends with her doesn’t mean I’m ready to meet her family.
“Sometimes, he pops in during the day. It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
She sets her mug down on the kitchen counter and walks to the sliding doors.
Nerves start to spin in my stomach, and I rush to where Vincent is blissfully playing with Roman.
