With a nod of thanks, I’m already turning away when Shura clears his throat. I’ve never seen him look so awkward. “I was just wondering if… er… When will Katya be visiting next?”
I suppress a smile. I know how Katya feels about Shura; I just wasn’t sure if he reciprocated. The sheen of nervous sweat on his forehead makes things a little clearer.
“Soon,” I assure him. “She wants to come over and see the nursery.”
He shrugs like he could care less. “I have some records she wanted to borrow. That’s all.”
“I could just give you her number, if you want? That way, I don’t have to be your middleman.”
“Oh? Well, um…” His face flushes. “I suppose so. If it makes things easier for you.”
“I’ll drop you her contact.”
I’m humming the wedding march and grinning like a loon as I walk to the gym in
