It was Saturday morning and Vlad, and Max were out playing squash. I was enjoying a morning at home. It had been a busy week at the office. It seemed that business had exploded since our visit to Moscow. Max’s new client turned out to be a big deal–the turnover was bursting at the seams.
I was happy for Max. He deserved it. My man worked hard. So hard, in fact, that I did have a moment of concern every now and again. Max seemed less jovial than before. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but since our trip, he seemed more serious. He’d even dropped a few pounds.
I did ask him about it, but he assured me he was fine. I, on the other hand, was clearly blossoming. As with Max, the Russian food must have shocked my system, because I felt green for a long time after we’d returned home. We must have ingested a bug of sorts because I threw up a few times. But all that had passed, and I was feeling much better.
There was a knock on the door and then I heard Josie’s voice.
“Hello! Are you decent?”
“Yeah, come in. I’m in the kitchen.”
“What? Barefoot and pregnant already? That didn’t take you long.”
“Haha.”
Josie came over to me and hugged me tightly.
“Hey, stranger,” she smiled.
“Hey, you. It’s so good to see you. I was so glad when you called earlier.”
“Yeah, I’m in town for a few days and then I’m off to Europe.”
“Quite the jet setter, aren’t you?”
“Honestly, I’m over it. All this traveling is getting a bit much. I miss my college days spent on the couch.”
“Well, you wanted to be a successful entrepreneur.”
“How are you, Angel? You look happy.”
“I am. What can I say? My life is perfect.”
Josie stood back and looked at me.
“Is it just me or have you put on a few?”
“Uhm…have I?”
“Just a bit. Must be all the good loving you’re gorging yourself on,” she winked.
“It’s all Max’s sister’s fault. She keeps inviting us over for her fabulous cooking.”
“What’s she like?”
“Inessa is lovely. Which is unusual for such a gorgeous-looking creature. Having said that, though, I would mess with her. I get the feeling she can take care of herself.”
“The woman was born in Moscow. I’d say she can take care of herself.”
“What about you, Josie?”
“What about me, what?”
“Have you met anyone special on your many travels?”
“Doable? Yes. Relationship material? Sadly, no.”
“I’d arrange a get-together for you and Vlad, but he’s a man whore.”