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clothes?”
Jasmine shrugged.
“Jasmine? Tell me,” he asked, softening his tone and sitting on the edge of the bed.
Jasmine looked at him and then away, saying softly, “I sold them.”
“Why would you sell all of your clothes? Please help me understand.”
“They didn’t fit anyway. I needed maternity clothes and the only way the lady at the second hand place could help me was if we traded clothing. I gave her my clothes, and she gave me bigger ones. After I had Mikhail, she did the same thing for me to get normal fitting clothes again.”
Misha was shocked at the lengths to which she had been forced to go. “Why didn’t you go to the American Embassy and ask for help? Or call back to the states for help?”
“I already told you what the people at the Embassy told me. And who would I call back in the states? My dead mother? The brother I can’t find? Tell me, Misha, who would I call?”
Seeing this conversation agitating her again, he sighed, “I’m sorry. I seem to be harping around the same topic and it’s getting us nowhere. One more question and then we’ll speak no more of this today.”
Jasmine nodded, tired again even though it was only mid-morning.
“Why didn’t you leave word at the university where you’d gone?”
Jasmine laughed hysterically, “Really? As if they care. After I started feeling better, Dasha took me over to the university where they presented me with a large bill and no certificate of completion. It seems my federal grants were contingent upon me completing my program of study. Since I didn’t finish, the final allotment of money wasn’t paid. I probably have to pay them back the first three installments as well.”
“So, you didn’t tell them where you were going because then they couldn’t hound you to pay the bill. I understand now.”
Jasmine nodded, “I’m sorry.”
“What for?” Misha asked.
“For everything I guess. For not trying harder to find you. For not telling Dasha who Mikhail’s father was. She probably would have recognized the name.”
“Possibly. I know Tomas would have.”
“How do you know Tomas?” It had not alluded her notice that he and Tomas seemed to be on very friendly terms.
“Well, let’s just say that he and I have fought alongside each other many times. We respect each other and that says a lot.”
“When I saw Sergei standing outside with Tomas’s men talking to him, I thought there were going to be problems.”
“No. Tomas and I go way back.”
“How exactly does one go way back when they’re only twenty-six?” Jasmine asked curiously.
“Why, to elementary school. Tomas was in the fifth grade when I was in second, yet together we ruled the school.”
Jasmine started laughing, “What, were you rising up against the teachers to make sure they didn’t steal anyone’s milk money?”
“Something like that.” Misha looked at her smiling face and grinned. He liked seeing her happy. “I have a few phone calls to make. What would you like to do while I make them?”
“Honestly?” Jasmine inquired.
“Of course.”
“Sleep. I didn’t get that much the night before last, and last night I was too anxious to get much sleep.”
“I concur. That is an excellent idea. I do not like to see dark circles beneath your gorgeous eyes. You sleep. When you awaken, we will talk more about Saturday.”
Chapter 14
Friday morning passed in a flurry of activity. Misha spent time with his son, getting to know him and his wonderful personality while Jasmine walked around his house on eggshells, waiting for disaster to strike.
Never having had a family of her own, she was used to making all of the decisions, and she and Misha had butted heads more than once since he was very much an alpha male and used to being in charge.
Jasmine was trying to control her temper, but she was having trouble just sitting back and letting Misha take over her life. She held her tongue, biting back hurtful words that were only
Jasmine shrugged.
“Jasmine? Tell me,” he asked, softening his tone and sitting on the edge of the bed.
Jasmine looked at him and then away, saying softly, “I sold them.”
“Why would you sell all of your clothes? Please help me understand.”
“They didn’t fit anyway. I needed maternity clothes and the only way the lady at the second hand place could help me was if we traded clothing. I gave her my clothes, and she gave me bigger ones. After I had Mikhail, she did the same thing for me to get normal fitting clothes again.”
Misha was shocked at the lengths to which she had been forced to go. “Why didn’t you go to the American Embassy and ask for help? Or call back to the states for help?”
“I already told you what the people at the Embassy told me. And who would I call back in the states? My dead mother? The brother I can’t find? Tell me, Misha, who would I call?”
Seeing this conversation agitating her again, he sighed, “I’m sorry. I seem to be harping around the same topic and it’s getting us nowhere. One more question and then we’ll speak no more of this today.”
Jasmine nodded, tired again even though it was only mid-morning.
“Why didn’t you leave word at the university where you’d gone?”
Jasmine laughed hysterically, “Really? As if they care. After I started feeling better, Dasha took me over to the university where they presented me with a large bill and no certificate of completion. It seems my federal grants were contingent upon me completing my program of study. Since I didn’t finish, the final allotment of money wasn’t paid. I probably have to pay them back the first three installments as well.”
“So, you didn’t tell them where you were going because then they couldn’t hound you to pay the bill. I understand now.”
Jasmine nodded, “I’m sorry.”
“What for?” Misha asked.
“For everything I guess. For not trying harder to find you. For not telling Dasha who Mikhail’s father was. She probably would have recognized the name.”
“Possibly. I know Tomas would have.”
“How do you know Tomas?” It had not alluded her notice that he and Tomas seemed to be on very friendly terms.
“Well, let’s just say that he and I have fought alongside each other many times. We respect each other and that says a lot.”
“When I saw Sergei standing outside with Tomas’s men talking to him, I thought there were going to be problems.”
“No. Tomas and I go way back.”
“How exactly does one go way back when they’re only twenty-six?” Jasmine asked curiously.
“Why, to elementary school. Tomas was in the fifth grade when I was in second, yet together we ruled the school.”
Jasmine started laughing, “What, were you rising up against the teachers to make sure they didn’t steal anyone’s milk money?”
“Something like that.” Misha looked at her smiling face and grinned. He liked seeing her happy. “I have a few phone calls to make. What would you like to do while I make them?”
“Honestly?” Jasmine inquired.
“Of course.”
“Sleep. I didn’t get that much the night before last, and last night I was too anxious to get much sleep.”
“I concur. That is an excellent idea. I do not like to see dark circles beneath your gorgeous eyes. You sleep. When you awaken, we will talk more about Saturday.”
Chapter 14
Friday morning passed in a flurry of activity. Misha spent time with his son, getting to know him and his wonderful personality while Jasmine walked around his house on eggshells, waiting for disaster to strike.
Never having had a family of her own, she was used to making all of the decisions, and she and Misha had butted heads more than once since he was very much an alpha male and used to being in charge.
Jasmine was trying to control her temper, but she was having trouble just sitting back and letting Misha take over her life. She held her tongue, biting back hurtful words that were only
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