Nikolai Vetrov
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I arrived at Rafael’s place first.
Rafael was still in his work shirt. His tie was gone and the first few buttons were undone. His hair was ruffled as if he had been running his hand through it all day.
I held back a chuckle. “Scared?”
“It’s never a good thing when a woman says she wants to talk.” He sighed, heading to the bar to grab a wine. He poured it in two glasses and handed one to me. “And she was pretty snappy yesterday. If I hadn’t let her go, we probably would have quarreled.”
I winced. “That bad?”
Rafael barely got riled up. The last time I saw him angry was when Serena left the day we tried to interfere in her business. And even then, he’d been more angry at himself. If he had almost argued with her, I didn’t want to know what she had said to him.
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