I slip out of the dining room with the guys.
“Should we leave the girls alone with her?” Callum asks quietly, referring to Nikita.
“She won’t hurt them,” Declan says with a little heat.
“They will be fine. I have cameras,” Kai tells him. As they walk down the hall, I linger and turn the toy on again.
I hear something hit the table, and Miya groans.
“Seriously, are you good?” Nikita asks, making me chuckle.
She’s going to be so pissed when we get home tonight, and I can’t fucking wait.
ChapterTen
Miya mumbles something under her breath.
“Come again?” I laugh.
She raises her head off the table and looks at Nikita. “I’m usually not this weird, promise.”
Nikita shrugs. “I’ve seen worse.”
That’s the most I’ve heard her say all night. Seems like with the guys gone, she’s a bit more willing to be social.
“I don’t know about you, Cleo, but tonight’s gone better than I thought it would,” Autumn tells her.
I slide from my chair into the one that Kado was in and sit next to Nikita.
I bring my wine glass to my mouth and take a drink. “As my husband would say, the night is young.”
Miya laughs. “He would.”
Autumn rolls her eyes before looking at Nikita. “How are you doing? Are you comfortable?”
Nikita shifts in her seat and takes a drink before responding. “I’m good. Thank you for inviting me,” she replies softly.
“Of course,” I say. “I’m glad you came.”
“It’s not like Declan gave me much of a choice,” Nikita muses. “I was going to try and bail, but he wouldn’t let me.”
“We’re not that bad,” Autumn teases.
“Most of the time.” I wink at her sister-in-law.
“I didn’t meet you when the other girls did. where are you from?” Miya asks, slightly digging.
I bite my tongue. In some ways, I want to scold Miya for pushing, but at the same time, with what little Kai told me, I’m curious as well.
I can feel Nikita stiffen next to me. She’s quiet as she swirls her glass, choosing her words carefully. “I was born in Moscow, but I’ve lived here for several years.”
Autumn leans forward and rests her chin in her hand. “I’ve never been to Moscow, what’s it like?”
“Cold,” Nikita says bluntly.
My nose crinkles. “That sounds miserable.”
“It’s cold here too,” Miya points out.
