“Mr. Snyder,” he says when he’s close enough to talk at a reasonable volume. He nods to the partners. “Mr. Lowery, Mrs. Harrington. Mrs. Snyder, hello.”
“Matvei,” I say back. “Lovely to see you.”
To my credit, it comes off with the appropriate aloofness. No way does anyone know I’ve been whispering his name into my pillow for days on end now.
His eyes hold mine. “You look very well.”
“Doesn’t she?” Raymond yanks me an inch closer to his side. “I had to threaten to break her arm to get her into that dress, but here we are. Worth it.”
A horrible little silence settles over the group. No one laughs, but Matvei somehow laughs the least. His eyes roam over Raymond like he’s deciding which limb he’d most like to sever first.
“It’s a very flattering color on her,” he says calmly, putting a
