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throw the rest of it to the floor?” Ivan asked as he wandered into the room.
    Vitaly paused as he turned to look at him. “Did you see Sarah leave?”
    “Nope, she must have been in the other elevator,” Ivan replied as he reached for a wrap and settled in a chair. “Want to talk about it?”
    Sitting back down, Vitaly rubbed his head. “She wants to work after we are married.”
    “And she should.”
    “But I can provide for everything, she has no need to work.”
    “No you can’t, boss.” Holding up his hand to silence him. “It isn’t about the money. It’s the independence. You’ve come down on her about her friends; you constantly get jealous when she even looks at another male. She isn’t some real doll that you can keep locked away in your tower, she’s a living, breathing human being who happens to be damn good at her job. And besides, you know that you would miss having her around the office,” he said as he grinned.
    “I stopped there, first, and from the looks of your desk…”
    “Okay, I get it. I get it. No tower. But it’s a damn good idea,” Vitaly said as he grumbled.
    “No, it isn’t. Did she say where she was going?”
    “Mia and… Cal’s,” he answered resignedly.
    “Well, it’s still early and it IS Valentine’s Day. Go get your girl.”
    Nodding his head, “You’re right. As always. You know, given that you’ve never been married, how come you know so much?”
    “I was raised in a house full of women before I went into the military. It was listen up or get my ass kicked. Now go,” Ivan said waving his hand at him. “I haven’t eaten all day,” he pulled the tray of cheese and crackers toward him as he reached for another wrap.
     

Chapter 7
    Vitaly held the box of cannolis in one hand as he tucked the Champagne under his arm. Knocking, he quickly caught the bottle before it tumbled to the floor. Mia opened the door and looked at him before opening the door wide. Looking over her shoulder, she shouted, “He brought desserts and liquor,” before stepping back to let him in.
    This was the first time he had been back in the apartment since Sarah had moved back home after their first major fight. Stepping inside, he looked around to see Chloe, Lisa and Sarah sitting on the couch and Cal sitting on the floor, all looking at him quizzically. As Mia followed him into the room, he turned to hand her the box and Champagne.
    “I’m fairly sure I brought enough for everyone,” he said as she took the box.
    “Oh, he went to Luigi’s. They’ll be lucky if this makes it out of the kitchen,” Mia said as she turned to walk away.
    “In that case, I better help you,” Lisa said as she jumped up. Grabbing Chloe, “Come on you two, Mia can’t handle this alone.”
    Cal looked at the girls in confusion, “Why does Mia need all of us to help her?”
    “That’s their not so subtle way of giving Vitaly and I the room to talk,” Sarah said dryly.
    “Ah, say no more,” Cal replied as he jumped up and headed for the kitchen.
    As Sarah looked at Vitaly, she couldn’t help but smile. She had never seen him look so out of place before, other than the deer in the headlights look he had, according to her aunt Hannah, when he had driven out to her family’s ranch to ask her father for permission to marry her. Her aunt had laughed merrily when she described what a hard time her family gave him. Letting him off the hook, she patted the couch next to her.
    “Won’t you sit down?” Nodding, he sat down beside her but still didn’t say anything. “It was nice of you to bring over the desserts and liquor.”
    “There’s more in the car. I thought that maybe we could have ours later,” he finally said.
    “Oh?”
    Taking a deep breath, he took her hand. Flipping it over, he rubbed at the soft spot on the inside of her wrist. “I understand your need for independence. It’s not something I’m used to. The women I dated…Nadia…they expected me to provide for them. But