Mishca had given her space, but now he was done with waiting. If she couldn’t come to him, he would go to her, and this time, there wouldn’t be any walking away.But first, he had a promise to keep.After getting the address from his father, Mishca showered and dressed, Alex already waiting for him in his living room. She hadn’t gone back to France, choosing to stay in New York in his apartment. Besides having her clothes all over his apartment, he didn’t mind her presence. Most nights he was out until the wee hours of the morning anyway. They rarely saw each other.When he came out of his bedroom, he couldn’t help but think she looked like a little girl. She was trying her best to appear calm, but she was constantly checking her watch, sighing in aspiration as he took his time.Mishca was afraid of what would happen when he took her to see Anya. He never wanted to tarnish her mother’s image in her eyes, but he knew how Anya would react to her.He knew women like her.“Ready?”“What the hell took you so long anyway?”
