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I shook my head. “I know all I need to know.” I assured him. “We are cut from the same cloth, you and me – made for each other.”
Then he took my glass off me, took my hand and we went inside where we made slow romantic love ... touching every part of each other with renewed tenderness and passion, and being in that moment of subliminal joy.
*****
Later that night ... and it was late ... good thing The Russian didn’t have Saturday morning training, we lay in bed and laughed at some of the responses to our announcement.
Sasha: OMG, need a wedding dress? So thrilled for you! So is Nik ... except I think he’s trying to work out ways to out-propose The Russian. Ha. Tell the Russian he’s a big softie.
Lucas: WTF? You’ve raised the bar Russian. Damn U. Oh yea, and congrats
Tomás: Is this because I can tango and showed you up? Congrats U 2
Mia: OMG, OMG, so happy for you two! What a perfect couple!
Spencer: Josh told me the great news. I knew you were perfect for each other. We love him. Give him a hug from Josh and me.
Sure boys! All the Suns’ girls had sent me beautiful notes, and there were so many missed calls from journos and friends. We put our phones down and returned to each other.
“Good night my fiancé, thank you for the most amazing night of my life,” I said, leaning on his chest and forgetting that Leesa had even come by earlier. I knew she would be in pain now, and I was sorry for that, but it just wasn’t meant to be for her.
The Russian enveloped me in his arms. “Goodnight my fiancée. Thank you for making me the happiest man to walk the earth.”
*****
First thing on Monday morning, my day off, and after The Russian had headed into work at the Saints’ security office, I got a text message from Wendy, the coffee van lady.
“Congratulations, Carla, to you and The Russian. My engagement present for you ... text me Sasha’s number and I’ll let her know when I’m arriving today, before The Russian knows.”
Ha! I texted her back Sasha’s number and my thanks and delight at her present. I then quickly sent a message to Sasha to put her on alert. Victory! I knew Wendy must have been texting The Russian and giving him the heads up! I’d love to see The Russian’s face when Sasha was finally in front of him in the coffee queue. Yeah, I knew I should have been on his side, but this was girl power, or coffee power, and if The Russian thought I had forgotten to crack this easy case wide open, he didn’t have me pegged for much of a journalist.
About nine-thirty I got a text from The Russian.
“Okay fiancée of mine, please explain ... Sasha is in front of me at Wendy’s coffee van. Not happy.”
This was followed not long after by a selfie sent by Sasha of her in the front of the queue with The Russian standing behind, his arms folded.
I messaged The Russian back. “Goodness, how did that happen? Maybe, girl power! Remember, this girl loves you.”
