Friday arrived faster than Vivian expected—or maybe slower, depending on how she counted the anxious hours.
She’d told Alexander about Natasha’s demand that same afternoon, bracing herself for resistance. Instead, he’d surprised her with immediate agreement.
“Of course,” he’d said, not even looking up from the contract he was reviewing. “I should have suggested it myself. Anyone who matters to you should have the opportunity to evaluate me.”
“You’re not worried she’ll see through you?”
“See through me to what?” He’d finally looked up, one eyebrow raised. “I’m not hiding anything. She’ll see a man who cares about her best friend. The specifics of how I express that care are none of her business.”
Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one who’d have to navigate both worlds simultaneously.
