Silence filled my ear for a good fifteen seconds. “Dmitri?” my brother finally asked.
“Yes. He’s a very nice man. I think you’ll like him. And he knows about us, and doesn’t care.”
“What’s his name?”
“I told you, Dmitri.”
“Full name.”
I sighed. “Chris, you don’t need to do a background check on him. He’s the man I was sent to interview, as a matter of fact, so not only does he make me laugh, and he doesn’t mind that I’m overly curvy; he’s a very successful businessman.”
“Full name. Do you happen to know his date of birth?”
I knew well that I wasn’t going to be able to get by without giving Chris the bare minimum of info on Dmitri, so I didn’t fight it. “Christos Dmitri Papaioannou. Yes, I know it because I saw him fill in the marriage license application, and no, I’m not going to te
