Then her nose wrinkled. “Oh shit…”
She moved toward the stove, but I caught her by the waist and kept her back.
“It’s fine. I turned it off.”
“Thanks.” She lowered her eyes. “Shit. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” I said calmly, but my racing heart was anything but.
I tilted her chin up so she could look me in my eyes. “Want to tell me what had you so far gone?”
Her cheeks flushed instantly, gaze dropping once again to the floor.
Before I could push further, Pyotr’s voice came from the doorway.
“Everything okay in here?”
I turned to him. “It’s all good.”
“Hi, Pyotr. What are you doing here?” Sienna asked, glancing between us.
“Well, sister-in-law,” he said with a grin, “since Avit seems to be hogging all your attention, we thought we’d steal you away for a few hours.”
“We?”
“Yes, we,” Katya said, stepping in with the others. “Today’s Ninel’s gallery opening. Want to go shopping with us first?”
“Shopping?” Her eyes widened. “I don’t have any money.”
Kira linked arms with her. “Of course you do. You have a very rich husband.”
“I-I can’t take Avit’s money,” Sienna stammered, looking at me.
Mariya stepped forward. “Okay, how about this. We never got you a wedding gift. Today, we’ll treat you, and there'll be no need to touch Avit’s money.”
Sienna’s gaze flicked to me, hesitant.
“Do you want to go shopping with them? Then afterwards, you’ll head to Kira’s to get ready for the gallery, and you’ll ride with them there.”
She nodded slowly, then smiled. “I’ll go.”
“Yessssss!” Kira squealed.
“Sienna, word of advice, wear comfortable shoes. This could take a while,” Pyotr teased.
“Whatever,” Katya swatted his arm playfully.
“Ready to go?” Kira asked.
“You don’t mind me looking like this?” Sienna asked, tugging at her hoodie and sweatpants.
“Hell, no. Wear whatever you want. As long as you’re comfortable.”
“Thank you.”
I looked at Kira. “Can I borrow my wife for a minute?”
She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Geez, you Bratva men are possessive.”
