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“She’s fine. When I left the house, she and Vincent were fast asleep.” I turn my attention to Viktor. “You have an appointment at one. Is it okay if I disappear until then?”
“Disappear?” He frowns at me. “Elaborate.”
“I want to install a security system at Everleigh’s place.”
Relief washes over his features. “Sure. Take a couple of men with to help you.”
“Thanks.”
Before I can walk away, Viktor mentions, “You might want to leave one of the guards with Everleigh. If word gets out you have a woman and child, they’ll be easy targets.”
Fuck. Everleigh is going to lose her shit.
“Wait for me, Alek,” Rosalie says. “I’m coming with you.”
She rushes back into the house, and I lock eyes with Viktor. “Which guard do you recommend?”
“Peter. He’s one of the best we have.”
I nod, but before I can make a second attempt at leaving, Viktor adds, “Invite Everleigh over for a BBQ on Saturday. If she sees us in a normal setting, it will help your case.”
“Thanks, Viktor.” I pause before I continue, “I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me.”
He gives me a grin. “You saved my ass the other day. It’s the least I can do.”
I finally walk toward the guard house, and finding Peter, I say, “Get two men and meet me by the car.”
“Yes, sir.”
I only wait a minute for Peter and the men, but Rosalie takes her sweet fucking time. My patience is non-existent when she finally joins us, but I force myself to remain calm.
There’s no way I’m losing my shit with Viktor’s wife.
I have a reason to love life again.
Chapter 36
Everleigh
I’m woken by Vincent, who’s bouncing on my bed. “Come on, Mommy. I want to see Daddy.”
“Then go to him,” I mumble.
“He’s not here,” Vincent complains. “Get up so we can go to him.”
My eyes pop open. “What do you mean he’s not here?”
My boy gives me a worried look. “He’s gone.”
Climbing out of bed, I walk to the living room, but there’s no sign of Alek. I peek through the curtains, and seeing the car is gone as well, I let out a sigh.
“Daddy had to go to work,” I tell Vincent. “And we have to get ready for the day so we can go to the bookstore.”
Vincent’s face crumbles, and he starts to ugly-cry. “But I want my daddy!”
I rush forward, and picking him up, I coo, “Aww, you’ll see your daddy again. Mommy will call him.”
Crap, I don’t have his number.
