This is it. I’m finally free.
I get a running start and slide across the hood of Aleksei’s black Mercedes, my butt making a long squeaking sound. Sticking the landing on the other side, I throw back my hands like I’ve just dismounted the uneven bars at the Olympics.
Watching me through broody, slate – gray eyes, Aleksei tosses my final suitcase into the trunk without cracking a smile.
What is his deal today?
Most times, he would at least give me a little lip tilt action.
“Aw. Are you going to miss me, Uncle Aleksei?” I saunter closer and prop my hip against one of the rear car doors. “Is that why you’re so quiet?”
His gaze tracks down to my jean skirt, probably finding it too short to be decent. “Nyet.”
Hurt swamps my belly knowing he’s eager to get rid of me, but I don’t let him se
