Dante shrieks with excitement before Mikhail even finishes the sentence and whips those baby blues around to me. “You, too, Mama?”
“Oh.” I glance at Mikhail and his jaw is set. His eyes are drilling into the top of Dante’s head like he might be able to plant his own thoughts there. You don’t want your Mama to come with us.
It doesn’t work. Dante slips right back into shameless begging. “Please, Mama! Pleeeease!”
Dante will be so happy we’re all together that he probably won’t even notice his dad and I aren’t talking. I can fight through the tension on Dante’s behalf if Mikhail can. We’re both adults, after all.
I manage a smile. “Sure, bud. I’d love to.”
No sooner than the words are out of my mouth, Mikhail takes a step back and glances at his watch. “Actually, it’s later than I thoug
