“Because Babushka’s busy helping Roman fall in love,” Brek said, a smug smile taped to his lips.
Roman paused mid-gulp as the door to his studio pushed open.
Sadie. Sadie with a red face and an expression that would freeze rain into Colorado snow on sight.
“Good, there are multiple Dvornakovs present. I need one of you to come and remove your grandmother from my office.” She paused before adding, “Please.”
“And here we go.” Zach sat back down and tossed his booted feet over the edge of the lounge, totally lounging.
“What’d she do this time?” Jase asked, innocent like they hadn’t just been discussing the situation.
“She’s decided she’s my new receptionist,” Sadie huffed.
Brek snorted.
Roman tapped down the grin he felt. Maybe Babushka did have more of a plan for all of this after all.
“That’s Roman’s fault.” Jase pointed a fake tulip straight at Roman.
Roman swatted it away.
“She’d probably be really good at the receptionist thing,” Zach said. “People love her.”
“I don’t want her to be my new receptionist, but she won’t leave. And she’s answering my phones.” Sadie said it like this was not what she wanted in a receptionist. “And pimping me out to potential clients.”
“That’s a bad thing?” Roman asked.
“Have you met your grandmother?” Sadie’s eyes bugged out. “She’s offering them services that are decidedly not legal.”
Well, shit. Yeah, that was probably a very bad thing. Also, not at all helpful in his personal quest. He’d need to discuss that with his grandmother.
“I thought Babushka was working with you.” Jase scowled toward Rome.
“She was,” Roman replied. “I guess that’s changed in the past thirty minutes.”
“I thought she was working with Heather at the cookie shop?” Zach asked.
“She quit.” Jase shrugged. “Said Roman needed her more. But she left her recipes with Heather, so all is well on that front.”
“Call my office,” Sadie said, already punching numbers into her cell. She handed it to Roman.
“Your office is just down the hall.” Roman pointed out. “We could just go down there.”
Sadie shoved the phone toward him again. “You have to hear this.”
“She’s going to know it’s your phone. Caller ID?” Roman said.
“My number is unlisted.” Sadie pinched her lips.
“Ah.” Roman kicked back while the phone rang.
“Sadie’s office,” his grandmother said on the other end of the line.
“It’s supposed to be ‘Law Office of Sadie Howard.’ Not ‘Sadie’s office.’” Sadie waved her hands like that would help the situation. “That’s not how she says it though. Is it?”
Roman shook his head.
“Isn’t that the same thing?” Zach asked.
