Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Should be any minute,” she says to me, then looks back at the guys. “Relax. Honestly, I was just messing with her.” Zara then says quietly, “He’s her client.”
“Yeah, well, keep it like that,” Matthew says and then looks at Max. “Ready to go?”
“Aww, did you two carpool?” I make a joke. “Isn’t that cute? I swear you two have the best relationship ever.”
“My car is in the shop,” Matthew says, then mumbles, “Asshole.”
“We will see you guys on Sunday,” Max says, then puts his arm around Matthew. “Come on, love bug, let’s take you home.”
I roll my lips together when all I want to do is burst out laughing. “The question is, will he open the door for you like Evan does for Zara?” I yell at their backs, but they don’t answer. I just see them shaking their heads.
“Jesus, that was fun,” Zara says, and I just nod.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her, and she just smiles at me.
“Amazing.” She puts her hand on her stomach. “I can’t wait to start showing. I can’t wait to feel the baby kick.” I watch her with the love written all over her face, and I swear I’m so happy for her.
“There she is,” Evan says, and then I look behind him at Viktor. His eyes find mine and then quickly dart away. Zara looks up at her husband standing right next to her chair now. He leans down and kisses her lips softly. “Love you.”
“Barf,” I say, rolling my eyes and putting all my papers away. “Where are we going for supper?”
“I thought we could hit up one of your sister’s favorite restaurants,” Evan says, and I laugh.
“That’s only because you don’t want her sending you into the city tomorrow for it.”
“Are we all going for supper?” Viktor asks, confused.
“Yes,” Evan says. “I invited Zoe to keep Zara company.”
“Aww, Evan,” Zara says with a soft voice and stands.
“I swear to God, she’s just so mushy about things ever since she got pregnant.” I look at Viktor. “You should have met her before. She liked hockey, and she was amazing.”
“Hey,” Zara says, “I’m still amazing. And hockey is fun.” She puts her arm around Evan’s waist.
“Okay, who’s driving?” I ask, not even getting into this discussion.
“I’ll drive,” Evan says, putting his arm around Zara. “Let’s go.” He turns with her and walks out of the room past Viktor, who just stands there looking at me.
“Go ahead,” he says, motioning with his hand, and I just nod at him.
We follow Evan and Zara, and Viktor just watches him when he opens the door for Zara and waits for her to get in.
He moves forward not sure what to do. “If you open my door, I am going to stab your toe with my heel.” I side-eye him as he stops mid-step. “It’s a door. I get that Evan is the most chivalrous person, but I can get my own door,” I explain.
Evan walks to Viktor and slaps his shoulder. “Her bark is worse than her bite.”
“Want to bet?” I say, opening the back door of the truck and looking at Evan.
“Stop trying to scare him, Evan,” Zara says. “I promise you, I won’t let her hurt you.”
“She got pissed off at me once and put bronzer in my body wash,” Evan says to Viktor. “I was orange for two days.”
“A day and a half.” I laugh. “So dramatic.” I close the door, and now it’s just me and Zara in the truck. “You’re lucky I still haven’t told him that you helped me.”
“Silly girl, we did a ‘twins’ promise. It goes to the grave,” Zara says, and I grab my phone in my pocket when it buzzes. I ignore the door opening and Viktor getting in. I ignore that I feel his hand next to my side. I ignore that I want to turn and watch him. I ignore it all, and I do it perfectly.
Chapter Five
Viktor
While Evan zigzags through traffic on the way to the restaurant, I stare out the window, trying like hell to ignore the siren sitting next to me. I should be taking in the buildings and getting my bearings in a new city, but the buildings glide by in a blur of steel and brick. Instead, all I see are long legs, long hair, a great ass—
No, this won’t work. The woman is my realtor. I can’t ignore her, but I can talk to her like the professional she is. “What section is this?” I ask, turning to Zoe, who looks up from her phone.
“Did you see something you liked?”
You, spread out on my bed. “Not really.” Buildings. Think buildings. Blocks and blocks of buildings. I clear my throat and focus outside again, really looking this time.
I should have made an excuse and bailed on dinner, but when Evan texted me the night before, I thought it would be a good idea to make an effort. But then he brings his wife and her sister, who is now my realtor. Who, if things were different, I would be the first one to make a move on. But she’s off-limits. I add her to the mental list of really bad ideas; don’t go there I have in my head and force myself to look out of the truck window and not back at her.