She may be welcoming and gracious. She may be sweet and attentive. But she still hasn’t made up her mind about me. She still hasn’t determined if I’m good enough for her Natalia.
I can’t say I blame her.
Under the pretense of helping Aunt Annie with the dishes, I slip into the kitchen.
She’s standing at the sink, letting the water run while she gazes through the window into the backyard. Andrey joined Remi and the boys back there a few minutes ago, and I know she’s watching him.
I also know that she knows that I know she’s watching him.
When I can’t take it anymore, I finally blurt, “Well? What do you think?”
“He’s charming, smart, polite.” Her eyes flit to me. “Bit ugly, though. Couldn’t you have found a better-looking man, Nat?”
I burst out laughing. No one in their right mind cou
