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Alex actually had his key in the apartment door before he came to his senses.
“Uh, you can’t come in.”
“Because it isn’t right?” Tanya asked in disdainful Russian.
“Well, it isn’t,” he stuck with English. “But that’s not the only problem.”
She pushed him aside and turned the key. “Why? Do you have another woman in there?”
“No, I…” Alex gave up.
Tanya opened the door and stepped in. Then burst out laughing.
“Okay, so I haven’t really had a chance to unpack yet. Think of it as early U-Haul decor.”
“You are bohemian?”
At the sound of her voice, Valentin popped his head up, leapt over the boxes faster than an obstacle course training, and practically slammed into her with his eagerness to greet her.
He knew the reference Tanya meant, of course. Not America’s bohemian beatniks of
