Page 71 of Viktor

She and Becca both looked at him, horrified.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Viktor deadpanned.

“You two aren’t really serious, are you?”

They stared right back, as serious as the day they were born.

“No,” she and Becca said at the same time.

“I’m hungry,krasivaya.” She’d seen women fall at his feet with that look, but not Becca. She looked annoyed.

“Don’tkrasivayame. I am not taking care of you if you overeat and end up crapping your brains out in the bathroom.”

“Aww, baby, why you gotta do me that way?” His lower lip popped out like Delia’s did when she tried to act all sad to get her way.

Becca laughed and shoved him good-naturedly. “Asshole.”

Once the food was ordered, they went back to discussing the signing tomorrow. Dimitri was still signing swag. The man procrastinated worse than anyone she knew.

“So, I was talking to Kade earlier.”

Viktor’s head snapped up, his eyes hard. He hadn’t said much since he’d put his phone away. The child’s expression bothered him. It did her too, and she wasn’t even related to the kid. No one had the right to treat a child so badly that their eyes looked soulless. God only knew the kind of help Mateo would end up needing. He might be damaged in ways that couldn’t be fixed. Only time would tell.

“He seems to think you’ve staked a claim on Sara Jane.”

Viktor visibly relaxed, and that lazy smiled appeared. “She’s mine.”

“I never agreed to that.”

Becca laughed, the sound so pure, it pulled Sara’s attention back to her. She’d never heard such an open, honest laugh. Becca’s brown eyes sparkled with laughter. “You don’t really have a choice in the matter.”

“Oh, but I do.”

“I thought so too. When the Kincaid men decide they want something, they don’t stop. They just barrel over everything in their path. I tried so hard to stay away from D, but he ignored my efforts, and look where I’m sitting now.”

“Does that mean you’ll marry me?” He looked so hopeful, Sara burst out laughing.

“Nope.”

“Why the fuck won’t you marry him?” Viktor asked, curiosity all over his face.

Becca’s shoulders slumped, and Dimitri tensed, his arm wrapping around her.

“I…I guess I need to make sure this is real. I know him. He gets bored and…”

“You stopright fucking there.”

Sara’s eyes widened. She’d never heard Dimitri get mad, especially at Becca.

“I thought we’d settled this. Who have I called every single day since I was eighteen?”

“Me.”

“Have I ever once gotten bored with you?”

She shook her head.

“Eyes up.” His voice was hard, cold. The bite of the command in it made Becca comply.