“Thank you both for your help.” Baubushka bustled in like she lived there.
Sadie happened to know she did not.
“It vas such help,” Babushka continued on. “Now, you go get to know each other better vithout responsibility.”
Um. What?
Roman’s expression had changed when she’d told him she was committed. It hadn’t shifted back to the relaxed Roman of before.
“Babushka.” Roman stood. He gave a slight shake of his head.
“Chill out.” Babushka waved her hands toward him, ignoring whatever his message was. “Have drink. Make me a grandchild.”
Sadie’s mouth dropped open. She tried to stop it; really, she did.
“I do not judge,” Babushka said.
“That’s not happening tonight,” Roman said, like it was an issue of timing and the problem was the particular night and not the fact that it was never going to happen.
“This is disappointment.” The frown lines around Babushka’s mouth intensified. “You make me sad, Roman Dvornakov. I am dying woman and you break my heart.”
Roman glanced toward the ceiling, apparently searching for divine inspiration but, from experience, Sadie knew all he’d find was a vaulted ceiling.
“You aren’t dying,” he said.
“Ve are all dying.” Blowing him off, Babushka hurried toward Sadie. “My Sadie. You are good for Roman. You vill make him very happy.”
Okay. Seriously. What? Sadie’s clients often played games. She was good with it. She usually had no problem following along, but right now?
“Sorry?” Sadie asked.
Babushka held her palms to Sadie’s cheeks, squishing them together. “It is truth.”
Generally, Sadie had a don’t-touch-my-face rule when it came to people she’d only recently met. But given that she had no idea what was going on, or what Babushka was talking about, she didn’t move.
“Roman announced tonight that you are getting married.” Babushka lifted her hands in praise like she was at church on Sunday.
Sadie shot her gaze to Roman.
He looked a little guilty.
Again, she’d ask,what?
“Yousaid that, Babushka.” Roman squeezed his grandmother’s arms. “Not me.”
“He says this in front of everyone at the vedding.” Babushka lifted her shoulders.
“You said that in front of everyone at the wedding,” Roman countered.
“Why on earth did anyone say it?” Sadie glanced around to see if she was on one of those television shows where they jumped out and exclaimed thatthey got you good. “And at which wedding?”
“Ve vere just at the vedding, dear.” Babushka gave Sadie a look like she thought Sadie had perhaps faked her way into law school.
“Sadie, I’d like to introduce you to my babushka,” Roman said, making literally no sense at all.
Sadie slid her gaze to Roman. “We’ve met, Rome.”
More than once, as a matter of fact.
