Page 43 of Viktor

“And you don’t trust Roger any more than I do.”

“I’m just glad he’s got a brother to watch his back. So, how it’s been going with Viktor?”

“What do you mean?” She cringed when she heard the high pitch of her voice.

Dimitri was quiet for a heartbeat, but she imagined that knowing grin slide across his face. “Well, well, well. What are you getting all girly about?”

She cleared her throat. “I’m not getting all girly.”

“You like my brother. I already know this, but Viktor is usually hardcore when it comes to his policies on clients. He doesn’t get involved. Only one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“I saw the way he looked at you, and you admitted my brother was smoking hot.”

“Now who’s girly?” she grumped. “You sound like you’re the bestie trying to get all the details.”

“Hey, I’m a writer. I’m allowed to dig for gossip.”

“What the fuck is all this?”

Sara looked up, startled, to see Viktor in the doorway. Technically, she was in his bedroom, but she needed to pull out everything book signing related. Currently, boxes and other signing paraphernalia were scattered all over the place.

“It’s all the stuff for the signing this week.”

“Why is it all over the damn floor?”

“Because I have to sign most of it.”

“You have to sign all this shit?”

Dimitri laughed. “That’s exactly what I said when Becca handed me a Sharpie and told me to ‘get to work.’”

“Are you coming to Texas this weekend?” Sara frowned when Viktor navigated through the mess on the floor to reach the dresser. He pulled out a white t-shirt. Stripping his shirt off, he tossed it on the bed. Her mouth went dry at the way his muscles rippled across his back.

“Sara?”

“Huh?”

Dimitri laughed. “Did you hear a word I said?”

“No.”

Viktor turned and caught her staring at him. He flashed her a grin.

“I’m not even going to ask what’s got you rattled, but yes, we are going to Texas. I tried to cancel, but Becca insists on going.”

“Are you sure she’s healed enough?” Concern for her friend finally made it through her ever-increasing fog of lust.

“I don’t think so, but she’s being as stubborn about this as she is marrying me.”

She let out a sigh. “Do a grand gesture, Dimitri. Everyone woman wants that. Make it the most romantic thing you can think of. You’re a romance writer. I’m sure you can come up with something special.”

“He hasn’t got Becca to wear his ring yet?” Viktor scoffed. “He’s losing his touch.”

“Tell that fucker I said to piss off.”

Sara was not repeating that. “I’ll see you guys on Thursday. Are you driving down or flying?”

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