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terrible cook.”
“I can imagine.” Rovik took another bite. “Anyway, I’ve talked to Jericho about our problem and I think the best course of action is for us to go to my parents. My dad might be able to help track down your family.”
“Your parents? Where?”
“They live in Waco. Texas.”
“Texas?” She sounded uncertain.
“Don’t worry, they won’t bite you. I know for sure my mom will like you. She’s been griping about grandbabies for the past couple of years; I don’t feel like going home for Christmas.”
“Grandkids.” She blushed again. “Do you like children?”
“I do. They taste delicious.”
She raised an eyebrow.
Rovik laughed. “I do. I want a large family. I’m was an only child growing up, and it’s kind of lonely. When I broke something I couldn’t blame it on anyone else. It would have been different if I’d had siblings.”
“So your ulterior motive is to have a large family to give our kids alibis to blame each other when they’re into mischief. Just lovely.”
He smiled.
“What?”
“You said ‘our kids.’ Are you looking forward to making them?”
Her face reddened even deeper. She grabbed her fork and started jabbing at his hand.
“Getting violent, are we?” Rovik dodged her attack. At the same time, his phone rang. He lifted a finger at her. “I’ll be a moment.”
It was Marcus, one of his men. The jack of all trades in his office. “Boss, Jericho said you need tickets to Texas. I booked two first class flights to Waco. American Airlines. It departs this evening at seven. I also rented a car for you. The tickets will be ready at check-in. Are you okay with it or do you want me to pick up the tickets myself?”
“No, that’s all right.”
“I put an open date on the return flight since I didn’t know when you planned to be back. Do you need anything else, boss?”
“I don’t think, so. Thanks, Marcus. Are you holding up the fort all right?”
“This is a slow week, so I can catch up on the paperwork. You have a nice flight, boss.”
Rovik returned to the kitchen. “We have tickets for tonight. Seven o’clock. That means we should be getting ready soon.”
“Seven o’clock? There’s plenty of time.”
“Yeah, but we need to get you clothes first. That means we need to go shopping. Have you been to Barney?”
She shook her head.
“You’ll love it.”
Chapter Seven
By the time they arrived on Rovik’s parents’ ranch, it was close to ten o’clock. Rovik parked the rented car in the driveway, behind a red pickup truck. Rovik’s parents’ house was a two-story brick bungalow and well maintained. The house was situated in the middle of twenty acres of wooded property where neighbors were scarce. The concrete walkway was lit with solar lights, illuminating a well-tended flower garden.
As soon as they got out of the car, the front door opened and a beautiful woman came out, sweeping in their direction.
“My son!” She gave Rovik a motherly, smothering hug. “I’ve missed you. You should visit more often, you rascal. Have you been eating right? Do you eat your vegetables?”
Rovik reddened in an instant. His body was ramrod tensed. He looked uncomfortable that his mom still treated him like a small child.
Emily enjoyed the spectacle. It wasn’t every day she got to see a macho man like Rovik being cajoled like a baby.
“Why, look at your hair, dear!” His mom gave him a critical once over. “It’s too long. And you forget to shave, too. You do look so scruffy.” She pulled Rovik’s jacket open then frowned upon seeing the tattoo on his neck. “Is that a new one? Oh, son of mine, that tattoo is absolutely dreadful. People would think you’re a homeless person when you present yourself like this. Why can’t you dress like your uncle Sven? He looked respectable even though he was penniless.”
“Mom. Cut it out.” A tight smile plastered itself to Rovik’s face. “This is Emily, my
“I can imagine.” Rovik took another bite. “Anyway, I’ve talked to Jericho about our problem and I think the best course of action is for us to go to my parents. My dad might be able to help track down your family.”
“Your parents? Where?”
“They live in Waco. Texas.”
“Texas?” She sounded uncertain.
“Don’t worry, they won’t bite you. I know for sure my mom will like you. She’s been griping about grandbabies for the past couple of years; I don’t feel like going home for Christmas.”
“Grandkids.” She blushed again. “Do you like children?”
“I do. They taste delicious.”
She raised an eyebrow.
Rovik laughed. “I do. I want a large family. I’m was an only child growing up, and it’s kind of lonely. When I broke something I couldn’t blame it on anyone else. It would have been different if I’d had siblings.”
“So your ulterior motive is to have a large family to give our kids alibis to blame each other when they’re into mischief. Just lovely.”
He smiled.
“What?”
“You said ‘our kids.’ Are you looking forward to making them?”
Her face reddened even deeper. She grabbed her fork and started jabbing at his hand.
“Getting violent, are we?” Rovik dodged her attack. At the same time, his phone rang. He lifted a finger at her. “I’ll be a moment.”
It was Marcus, one of his men. The jack of all trades in his office. “Boss, Jericho said you need tickets to Texas. I booked two first class flights to Waco. American Airlines. It departs this evening at seven. I also rented a car for you. The tickets will be ready at check-in. Are you okay with it or do you want me to pick up the tickets myself?”
“No, that’s all right.”
“I put an open date on the return flight since I didn’t know when you planned to be back. Do you need anything else, boss?”
“I don’t think, so. Thanks, Marcus. Are you holding up the fort all right?”
“This is a slow week, so I can catch up on the paperwork. You have a nice flight, boss.”
Rovik returned to the kitchen. “We have tickets for tonight. Seven o’clock. That means we should be getting ready soon.”
“Seven o’clock? There’s plenty of time.”
“Yeah, but we need to get you clothes first. That means we need to go shopping. Have you been to Barney?”
She shook her head.
“You’ll love it.”
Chapter Seven
By the time they arrived on Rovik’s parents’ ranch, it was close to ten o’clock. Rovik parked the rented car in the driveway, behind a red pickup truck. Rovik’s parents’ house was a two-story brick bungalow and well maintained. The house was situated in the middle of twenty acres of wooded property where neighbors were scarce. The concrete walkway was lit with solar lights, illuminating a well-tended flower garden.
As soon as they got out of the car, the front door opened and a beautiful woman came out, sweeping in their direction.
“My son!” She gave Rovik a motherly, smothering hug. “I’ve missed you. You should visit more often, you rascal. Have you been eating right? Do you eat your vegetables?”
Rovik reddened in an instant. His body was ramrod tensed. He looked uncomfortable that his mom still treated him like a small child.
Emily enjoyed the spectacle. It wasn’t every day she got to see a macho man like Rovik being cajoled like a baby.
“Why, look at your hair, dear!” His mom gave him a critical once over. “It’s too long. And you forget to shave, too. You do look so scruffy.” She pulled Rovik’s jacket open then frowned upon seeing the tattoo on his neck. “Is that a new one? Oh, son of mine, that tattoo is absolutely dreadful. People would think you’re a homeless person when you present yourself like this. Why can’t you dress like your uncle Sven? He looked respectable even though he was penniless.”
“Mom. Cut it out.” A tight smile plastered itself to Rovik’s face. “This is Emily, my
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