Page 12 of Forever Your Touch

While Viktor mauled his wife, he and Delia got the salad and a gallon of milk out of the fridge and took it to the dining room. The table was already set, so he got Delia settled in her chair and took a seat across from her. Viktor and Sara would bring everything else.

“I got new makeup.” Delia shot him a sly smile, and he groaned. Last time she dolled him up, it took two hours to get that shit off his face and out of his hair.

“Uncle Mason has a party to go to tonight, Peach.”

Her lip wobbled, and he knew it was over before it even started.

“Please, Uncle Mason?”

How the fuck was he supposed to say no to that face?

“Fine, kid. Do your worst after dinner.”

Her face lit up like he’d just given her a puppy.

“Suckered you into a makeover, did she?” Viktor laughed when he and Sara came in carrying the lasagna, bread, and a bottle of wine.

“Like you’re any better.” Sara smiled softly up at Viktor. “She had you wearing a man-sized tutu and helping her practice her ballet.”

Mason burst out laughing at the verbal picture she painted. “I hope to hell you got that on video.”

“Oh, I did.”

Viktor glared at his wife. “Don’t you even think of sending that out to the family, woman.”

“Maybe I will, and maybe I won’t.”

“How are my nephews?” Mason took the plate of lasagna passed to him, inhaling the aroma. So good.

“Sleeping during the day and keeping us both up all night.” Sara took a piece of garlic bread then handed the basket to Viktor. “I think they’re secretly plotting our deaths from lack of sleep.”

“You got plans for next weekend?” Viktor asked, his voice a little too casual.

“Depends.”

“On?”

“What you want.”

“I need sleep.”

“And?”

“We were hoping you’d babysit on Friday and Saturday night so Sara and I can get some sleep. We are not going to last much longer. Between Delia and the boys, we’re wiped.”

“You want me to take care of babies?” Mason nearly choked on the wine he was sipping. “I don’t know shit about babies.”

“It’s not hard.” Delia slurped her milk. “They sleep most of the time. Just eat, poop, and drool.”

“People are eating,malyshka,” Viktor admonished, but he couldn’t hide the grin on his face. Mason remembered when they were kids they used to try to gross their mama out at the kitchen table too. Their father reprimanded them, but he’d secretly loved it.

An idea popped in his head. “I’ll do it on one condition.”

Viktor raised a brow.

“I need a background check on a guy. Ray Daniels.”

“Who’s he?”

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