Casey’s POV.
“Oh my god, Ivan.” I say before I smile so big it hurts my cheeks as I launch into his arms. He catches me with a grunt before he laughs and hugs me tight before he lets me down on my feet.
“When did you get back?” I ask, checking him over. I walk around him, nice, very nice. I stop back in front of him. Ivan left when he was eighteen to go to Russia to train there.
Ivan is five years older than Roman and I. He is twenty-eight to my twenty-three. We never saw him when he moved. Aunty Katya and uncle Havoc would visit him but he never came home. I missed him so much.
But damn, his time in Russia has done him the world of good. He is no longer than gangly boy. He is all man, filled out in all the right places. It has been a decade, and he has changed so much no wonder I did
