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I place a hand against his chest. “No need to go all The Godfather on Todd. He hasn’t been in contact.”
“Why bring it up?”
“What if I bump into him while I am out with a family member? An innuendo is all it takes to open a can of worms.”
Bryce nods slowly. “Good point.”
“I wouldn’t be able to survive the mortification of being outed in public. It’s best if my family hears it from me.”
“I’ll be there when you break the news to them.”
I bite my lower lip. “It wouldn’t be fair to ask you to be part of that melodrama. I don’t want the first meeting with my parents to be marred with that kind of stain.”
His brows knit together. “You want to do it alone?”
“I have to do it alone.”
“You’re sure?”
“I planned on never telling them, but then again, I thought you were going to be a passing client…” I motion a finger between us. “I didn’t expect this.”
“Neither did I.”
My eyes bore into his. “I’ve never been lucky in relationships.”
“Neither have I. Anastasiya chose the safety and predictability of her papa’s money. My first wife chose to travel the world as an international correspondent instead of being married to me. The second chose her younger personal trainer. And my third wife chose—”
“I choose you, Bryce. Nothing will change that for me.”
He ponders on my words. “It’s the same for me, Sofia. I choose you.” My heart is so full. “Let’s change the score when it comes to relationships.”
I flash him a warm smile. “I like the way you think.”
He winks.
I let out a heavy sigh.
“What is it?” he asks.
“It’s time for me to rip off the Band-Aid. It’s the only way you’ll start on a good footing with my family.”
I hope I’ll survive their fury.
Chapter 37
Sofia
I trail with careful steps from my kitchen to the dining room area, my gaze glued to the glass dish I’m holding.
If I don’t make direct eye contact with my parents, the less chances I have of disintegrating from embarrassment and shame—
Fuck!
“Cuidado!” Dad jumps to his feet from his chair. In one long stride, he’s standing next to me.
I stabilize myself.
“I didn’t trip,” I say. I’m wearing flip flops. Geez. “I’m okay.” I’m so not okay.
