“Ruslan?” Phoebe practically shrieks. “Whoa. Hold on again. Rewind and start from the real beginning.”
I chuckle. “He insisted on coming home with me and dealing with the reporter himself.”
“Wait—did he meet the kids?”
“Yes.”
There’s a beat of silence. “And?”
I groan. “He was great with them, Pheebs. He was nice and patient and downright sweet. You should have seen it. Josh was trying to play it cool, but you could see how totally in awe he was. And the girls! Reagan was so interested and Caroline’s half in love with him already.”
“Girl’s got taste. And lemme guess: you’re sitting there thinking, ‘Just put a couple more babies in me and we’ll be a better-looking version of the Brady Bunch.’ Am I right or am I right?”
“Oh, God!” I wince as Phoebe laughs sympathetically. “I can’t beli
