“Yes,” I grumble. “Santo had lunch sent for us.”
I grab the bags from from the counter; La Serenata, unpacking the containers and setting one in front of her.
“Ooo, this is so much better than snackcakes,” she says, already digging in. “Why are you complaining?”
I sigh, breaking off a piece of snackcake. “Because I was enjoying my sugar.”
Luna laughs, twirling pasta around her fork. “How do you eat like that and look like you?”
“Genetics and four-inch heels,” I say with a wink. “But enough about my eating habits. Tell me about you and the man-who-shall-not-be-named.”
She nearly chokes on her food. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“Liar,” I say, pointing my piece of snackcake at her. “I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re hiding something. You’ve been dodging my calls for weeks.”
“I’ve been busy,” she protests weakly.
“Too busy for me? Impossible.” I lean forward, resting my chin on my hand. “Come on, Luna. Spill. When did this start? Howdid it happen? Is he as intense in bed as he looks like he would be?”
“Vasilisa!” She covers her face with her hands, but I can see her smile through her fingers.
“What? It’s a valid question!” I pop another piece of cake in my mouth. “Seriously, though. I’m happy for you. You deserve someone who looks at you the way he does.”
Luna peeks at me through her fingers. “How does he look at me?”
“Like you’re a puzzle he can’t wait to solve. Like he’d burn the world down to keep you warm.”
She lowers her hands, a soft smile playing on her lips. “That’s... poetic.”
“I’ve been reading romance novels again,” I admit with a laugh. “But it’s true. I’ve seen the way he watches you.”
Luna stabs at her pasta. “He can watch me however he wants it’s not romance it’s…it’s just—”
“Sex?” I supply helpfully.
“Vasilisa!” She glances around again, as if Santo’s security team might be taking notes.
“What?”
“Your guard men know him! What if they say something?”
“Fair point, they’re worse gossips then us,” I concede, finally setting aside my cake to open the container of actual food. The smell of garlic and butter wafts up, making my mouth water. “But I want you to be happy. No matter who it’s with.”
“Thanks,” Luna smirks. “What about you? Is everything okay with you two?”
I wave my hand dismissively. “We’re perfect. Disgustingly happy.” I take a bite of pasta, closing my eyes briefly at how good it tastes. “I just... I lost my ring. Hismother’sring.”
Luna’s eyes widen. “Oh no. Was he upset?”
“No, actually. He was... understanding. Which almost makes it worse.” I push my food around with my fork. “I feel terrible. It means so much to him.”
“If he’s not upset, you shouldn’t be either,” Luna says gently. “You’ll find it.”
“I hope so.” I force a smile, not wanting to dwell on it. “But also there’s more…”
Luna’s brows lift. “More?”
I nod and scoot closer, covering my mouth as I whisper in her ear. “I think I might be pregnant.”
