Yulian nods and heads out of my office. Lev turns to me with a raised eyebrow and a devilish expression on his face.
“I’ve seen you look like that only a handful of times,” I remark. “It never turned out good for me.”
He grins. “You’re going to need a caterer for this thing, aren’t you?”
“Quick thinking. I’m impressed.”
He shrugs. “This conversation just reminded me of the kinds of hell you went through with Marina. If this new chick is giving you a little excitement, some distraction, then you deserve it.”
“I’ll drink to that.”
Lev laughs. “I’ll pour. And I’ll be sure she’s there.”
I nod, pleased. And just like that, this dinner gets a lot more interesting.