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“Not from you.” She rolled her eyes. “Yourwife.”
I blinked.
“My daughter is obsessed with figure skating,” she said. “She met your sister last year, and she’s been stalking your wife’s Instagram in hopes of finding her out and about in Vegas, but she hasn’t had much luck. If you could have her sign a shirt or something she can wear, I’d be forever grateful.”
“I’ll bring that to you tomorrow.” I set down the pen. “Anything else?”
“Of course.” One of the nurses behind me spoke. “Pictures with us for our socials and you can write us some checks, too.”
I held back a laugh. “I’ll think about it.”
* * *
When I made it home,Tatiana was sprawled on my couch with a business book on her chest. A half-empty bottle of champagne rested on the floor.
Stepping closer, I pulled a blanket from a chest, and her eyes fluttered open.
“Is there a reason why you’re sleeping out here instead of in your room?” I asked.
“I was waiting to confront you,” she whispered, “about something very important. Something that can’t wait another second.”
“I’m listening.”
“You’re a terrible husband.”
“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. “How so?”
“You never talk to me when you get home from your workouts,” she said. “You go straight to your side of the condo.”
“You do realize thatthisis the first time you’ve talked to me in almost two weeks, right?”
“When we dated in the past, you would still talk to me if I was upset with you.” She slurred. “You are pretty much perfect, Travis.”
“Couldn’t have been. You broke up with me.”
“I didn’t want to…”
I waited for her to elaborate, to finally explain how she could do that to us, but she changed the subject.
“Everyone at the MMA Fangirls brunch was swooning over you today. You’re all they talked about.” She picked up the champagne bottle, but I took it from her. “I was just there for decoration, and Travis comments by proxy.”
“I doubt you’re surprised by that.”
“I’m not, but I might have had one too many mimosas and said some things about you that I didn’t mean.”
“Things like what?”
“I’m sure The Snarky Glove or Madeline will tell you all about it.”
“I’d rather hear it from you.”
“Okay.” She tried to sit up, but she fell back onto the couch.
Holding back a laugh, I slid my hands under her thighs and lifted her, carrying her inside.
When we made it to her bedroom, I pulled back the sheets.
“Do you still sleep naked?” I asked.
