Really, though, as Marlee pointed out on the sidewalk, she’d made the decision to stay a long time ago.
Harry promised not to point fruit at a police officer again. He also set up a card table near Babushka and Etta in the reception area of Sadie’s office. Sadie was okay with this, given that he was Harry Whittimaker III.
After Harry had gotten settled, Sadie had met her mom for lunch. Now, she hurried past Roman’s office door as she walked to her own.
She hadn’t seen him since the sidewalk situation.
He hadn’t come by.
She hadn’t reached out.
Yet, Babushka’s words from earlier settled over Sadie like a comforting blanket. She only meddled when it mattered. Clearly, Roman and Sadie mattered.
It was that simple—she only had to embrace it. And figure out how to fix things between them. Apologize to him. Make it right.
The elderly squad was stationed in her reception area when Sadie walked in.
“There’s a delivery in your office.” Babushka did the heavy-wink thing again, the one that looked like she was actively having a stroke.
“Babushka, I need you to be totally serious with me for a minute.” There was one thing Sadie needed to know before she talked to Roman.
“I am alvays serious,” Babushka replied.
“The situation with Harry, did Roman put you up to it?” Sadie asked. “Did he tell you to do it so I wouldn’t leave?”
Babushka shook her head. “No. Roman says I am not allowed to help him anymore.”
“He asked you not to get involved?”
“Yes.” For the first time, Babushka didn’t have that look of being an unhinged grandma.
“And you’re going to go along with that?”
“No. I am his babushka. He does not know vhat is best.” She laughed a hearty Russian laugh.
“Andyoudo know what is best?” Sadie asked.
“I am Babushka. Of course, I do.”
That definitely sounded more likely.
Sadie couldn’t help the grin tickling her lips. She’d make things right with Roman. Because she loved him.
She opened her office door and there sat Becca and Marlee.
Sadie’s chest expanded and she squealed.
“Becca?” Sadie ran to her friend. “You’re here.”
“Marlee called,” Becca said.
If Marlee called Becca, then…
“Kellie’s on her way, too,” Marlee said sheepishly. Luke was asleep in his carrier that Marlee’d clipped into some kind of caddy. He’d slept through his auntie’s screech.
Sadie smiled. She had a client and a mentor, and she was going to get Roman back. And now her friends were coming to her rescue.
Roman had told his grandmother not to meddle. Sadie believed it.
