was still alive. That should mean that Toni hated her. Right? Except she didn’t hate her. She felt compassion for this poor woman who’d been supposedly seduced and then dropped when she got pregnant. Any woman had to have compassion for a fellow sister dealing with crap like that.
Toni knocked on the door and waited. It felt like forever before she heard the locks click open. The door squeaked as it swung back to reveal a woman with a fall of pale blonde hair. She looked a little younger than Toni, if that were possible, and her expression was wary instead of welcoming.
“What are you doing here?” Katya Alkaev asked in a terse tone of voice.
“I’ve brought you some things from Mrs. Urevich.”
That didn’t appear to appease Miss. Alkaev. “Yes, but why are you on our property?”
“Your brother Dimitri invited me.”
“No.” She shook her head, blonde hair flying. “You’re lying. Dimitri wouldn’t do that. And Anatoli would never allow it.”
“Why not?” Toni was confused. Did they never have guests?
“Because you’re Antonina Rustikov and my brothers hate all Rustikovs.”
“How do you know who I am?” Toni asked in wonder. She set the basket at her feet, afraid she was going to drop it.
“I’ve seen pictures of you inside your father’s house.”
Toni fell back a step. “What? How…I mean when were you in our house?”
“When I was with your father,” Katya said softly. “He took me to his home a few times. We used to play cards with some of his men. It amused him I think, that I was a decent card player. But I had played many hours of cards with my brothers. I would beat his men, but never him. You never wanted to beat Boris.”
“No,” Toni agreed, swallowing the lump that had taken up residence in her throat. “He never liked to lose.”
Chapter Six
“Your sister was in my home!” Toni shouted at Dimitri when he walked in the door. “You never told me! Why didn’t you tell me that?”
He roughly grabbed her arm. Dragging her down the hall, he entered a reading room at the back of the first floor. He slammed the door behind him and locked it. Then he turned to face her with an angry glower on his face.
“Now, what are you talking about?” His English was clipped, as if he would rather be speaking in Russian.
Toni decided to accommodate him. “You never told me that your sister was inside my home. My father took her to his house. She was there with him, multiple times !” Toni flung up her hands and paced an erratic set of circles inside the house. “Don’t you get it?”
“No, I’m afraid I neither understand why it matters where your father and my sister had their trysts.” This he ground out through gritted teeth. “And I don’t understand how you would know that anyway.”
“I met her,” Toni snarled. She got right in Dimitri’s face, practically having to stand on tiptoe to meet him eye to eye. “I went to her little cottage and I spoke to her because I wanted answers.”
“Why would you do that without permission?” Dimitri fumed. “Katya doesn’t like to speak of what happened.”
“Ha!” Toni tossed her hair and gave an inelegant snort. “She doesn’t want to talk about it because she knows things she doesn’t want you to know. It isn’t some emotional delicacy. She’s hiding things from you. And you’re too damn nice to push her about it.”
“That’s,” Dimitri began and then stopped. She knew that he had been about to say that what Toni was proposing was preposterous, but he wasn’t stupid and it really wasn’t all that farfetched. Then he pointed at Toni. “You are trouble!”
She poked him in the chest. “You have no idea! And where have you been?”
“Getting rid of a woman.”
“Excuse me?” Toni was now officially outraged. And she was also pissed off that she cared what he’d been doing that evening. He wasn’t her boyfriend. She didn’t even really like him. Or maybe she did. She poked him again, this
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