Her Russian Brute: 50 Loving States, Idaho (49 page)

An icy pause.

Then Nikolai reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a pair of reading glasses before picking his smartphone up off the desk.

“Excuse me. English is not my first language. I am looking up this word ‘mistake.’” He frowned. “Ah, here it is. The internet says mistake means ‘an action or judgment that is misguided or wrong. Synonyms: error, fault, omission, slip, blunder, miscalculation, misunderstanding, oversight, misinterpretation…’” he carefully sounded out the next word. “so-lee-cism—I say this word right?”

“I- I don’t know,” she answered. The truth was she’d never heard of the word, but she didn’t need to know how to pronounce it in order to realize he was making fun of her. “My point is—”

“I thought I knew what mistake means, what all these words except so-lee-cism mean. But maybe we have two different definitions. I will look at this other word, behooves.” A few thumb taps and his eyes scanned the resulting page. “Hmm, this makes things you say even more confusing. You think it
appropriate
and
suitable
for husband and wife with baby on way not to share bed?”

“We’re not—we’re not a
real
husband and wife,” she reminded him. “We’re more like project partners, and I don’t sleep with my project partners. So if you have an event or a work obligation you need me to attend, fine. That’s what I signed up for. But I’m sleeping on the couch.”

Another icy pause. Then he bit out, “I will not sleep in our bed without you,
zhena
.”

For some reason his referring to her by that name again made her lose the firm grip on all the calm she’d been determined to maintain when she walked into his study to have this conversation.

“I’m already letting you use me as an incubator,” she told Nikolai in a harsh, ugly voice. “I shouldn’t have to explain to you why I don’t want to be used as your fuck toy.”

Silence dropped down like a curtain and Nikolai stared at her for several long, heavy seconds, before saying, “You did not seem to mind being my fuck toy this morning,
zhena
,” he said, his voice low and calm. “What were your words? ‘Fuck me. Fuck me. Please keep going?’”

He lifted his eyebrows in mock consideration. “But maybe I do not understand these words correctly either.”

Sam dropped her gaze, her cheeks burning angry and hot. But she didn’t waver. “I’m sleeping on the couch from now on,” she said, fighting to keep her voice level. “Don’t try to bully me out of it.”

She said that last quiet thing and then she left his study feeling like the biggest fool imaginable for getting herself entangled with a man who had an ice rink where his heart should be.

T
o Sam’s relief
, Nikolai didn’t try to stop her from sleeping on the ornate, red and gold chaise lounge in his bedroom that night. In fact, he left her alone. Literally. He still hadn’t come up to the room by the time Sam fell into a fitful sleep on the couch, which was comfortable enough—especially for a chaise lounge—but not nearly as comfortable as his luxurious bed had been.

Sam woke the next morning to an unexpected sight. Nikolai’s empty bed, sheets smooth, blanket in place, pillows still plump, the whole tableau an obvious testament to not having been slept in.

Sam sat up on one elbow.
So then where did Nikolai sleep last night?
she wondered.

An unexpected jealously gripped her, its bony green hand squeezing her heart.

Had Nikolai gone out to find what he wanted in the arms of another woman? One who had no problems with sex without love, or sleeping with a married man? The thing was, she couldn’t see Nikolai sleeping in the guestroom or his office—he was a natural competitor and he would never cede his turf. And they’d never discussed the intimate terms of their marriage beyond the fact that she didn’t think it was a good idea to be intimate with him.

Anyone looking at the situation from the outside in—a woman who refused to sleep with her own husband—might take his side on this. He wasn’t getting what he needed at home, so he went somewhere else for it. She’d met enough marriage counselors to know that open marriages were a thing that worked for some couples.

But not her. The thought of sleeping with another man made her stomach turn in a way that had nothing to do with her recurrent bouts of morning sickness.

She sat up on the couch and threw off the blankets. More proof that she’d made the right decision in refusing to sleep with him again, she decided as she got up. She headed to the bathroom with her chin raised, thinking she’d be damned if was going to let this situation throw her off her healthy morning routine. She’d get dressed, go get Pavel for their morning yoga session, then they’d walk Back Up around the neighborhood and eat breakfast together, and she wouldn’t give any more thought to her cheating lothario of a husband—

Sam suddenly pitched forward violently, and she had no doubt she would have broken something when she hit the floor…

…had Nikolai’s mountainous body not cushioned her fall.

“
Zhena
, I told you to watch yourself,” he said, reaching up and easily rearranging her, so she was lying on top of him. Her face right above his. He gave her a tired half smile. “No falling I told you. Remember?”

She blinked down at him. “What are you doing sleeping on the floor?!?!”

“I told you. I will not sleep in bed without you.”

His expression was so neutral, he almost look bored, but she could feel his length against the top of her thigh coming to hard, thick life.

“Be more careful,” he said, lifting her up like she weighed nothing and setting her aside. He came to his feet, looming over her. “Soon, baby will be hurt if you fall.”

“I- I usually am—I mean, I’m not the falling type. It’s just, I didn’t know you slept on the floor last night…” She struggled for more words, but only came up with another, “I didn’t know…”

He looked down at her with another of his heavy frowns, “Take your shower,
zhena
. I will take my workout.”

Then he left the room without another word.

A
little over
a month after having drawn her line in the sand, Sam was still wondering who was getting their way in this current situation. Because it certainly didn’t feel like her.

The morning of Pavel’s birthday, she woke to the same sight she’d been waking up to for the last five weeks. An empty room. Her husband already gone for his morning workout, which would be directly followed by his commute to work, since he’d started going in even earlier to make up the extra time he spent training Pavel after he got out of school.

She sat up and stretched, but the movement in no way addressed all the little aches and pains that came from sleeping on a chaise lounge while four months pregnant. Yet another reason she was seriously doubting her winner status these days.

Two months ago she’d been sure Nikolai would eventually tire of sleeping on the floor and might even send her back to her former room in a fit of frustration. But he hadn’t sent her back to her old room. And though she never saw him when she went to bed or woke, she’d become used to either stepping over or walking around a sleeping Mount Nik during her increasing number of late night bathroom visits.

“Can Uncle come with us to the Children’s Museum after school today?” Pavel asked while they walked Back Up that morning. “I don’t think he’s ever been either.”

Sam had to work not to laugh. The little boy made it sound like his uncle having never been to the Indianapolis Children’s Museum, the largest of its kind in the world, was the saddest thing he’d ever heard. “He probably has to work, honey.”

“Maybe not,” Pavel said. “The season’s almost over, and the Polar didn’t make the playoffs this year. Uncle says it’s going to take a year or two before they win another Stanley Cup cuz building a great team takes time and the right players.”

Sam had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. The “uncle says” stuff had reached a fevered pitched ever since Pavel had started spending most of his afterschool time with Nikolai.

However in this case, Pavel didn’t know the reason she was taking him to the Children’s Museum after school as opposed to on the weekend as she’d originally planned was because Isaac had sent her an email asking her to do something with the boy until five pm. Apparently, Nikolai had a meeting he had to attend during their usual practice time.

Sam had quickly agreed and tried to focus on the fact that Nikolai had been consistently spending time with Pavel up until that point, but she couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. Of all the days for him to schedule a meeting during his regular skate time with Pavel, did it have to be on the boy’s birthday?

Not that Pavel was allowing her to make much of a big deal out of him turning nine. He’d forbidden Sam to throw him a party, and the only reason he’d agreed to let her take him to the Children’s Museum on his birthday was because they already had a family membership, so it wasn’t like Pavel was giving into some silly custom.

God, she wished Nikolai hadn’t said that to him. In many ways, Pavel was thriving. He was steadily gaining weight, he’d nearly caught up in math, and he’d even made a few friends at his new school. But he still seemed truly afraid of going against his uncle in any way, abiding by all of Nikolai’s rules and personal beliefs like they were sacrosanct.

This refusal to acknowledge his birthday was not good, Sam thought as she waved the little boy off to school with Dirk later that morning. Not good at all. They should all be celebrating and thanking the heavens for him making it to the age of nine, especially after the year he’d had.

But she made herself take a calming breath. Things with Pavel were so much better than they’d been four months ago, she reminded herself. And they’d only get better with time. He had a routine and stability and she was there to look out for his best interests. Eventually everything else would fall into place, with or without Nikolai’s blessing.

She hoped.

Accompanying Pavel to the Children’s Museum gave her an excuse to take off from work early, which she almost never did on Fridays, since those could be high intake days. But Ruth’s House was currently at full capacity, and though Nyla was still in school, she was proving to be more than capable when it came to taking over in Sam’s stead.

Sam was beginning to trust her nearly as much as she’d trusted Josie back when her best friend had only been a volunteer. And that gave her a lot of peace of mind as far as her upcoming maternity leave was concerned.

Dirk arrived with Pavel to pick her up from Ruth’s House at three on the dot that afternoon. She’d told the bodyguard she could take him herself, no need for him to stay past his allotted hours, but he’d insisted. “Mr. Rustanov pays me to shadow the kid—plus, I’ve never been to the Children’s Museum and Pav says I’m missing out. Sounds like fun.”

So that was how she ended up digging for dinosaur bones, riding an indoor carousel, and exploring the Reuben Wells locomotive with Pavel and his bodyguard, who was ostensibly there to have fun but glowered at every person who came anywhere near Pavel as if they were enemy forces in disguise. Including the children, who seemed to find the bodyguard’s menacing presence fascinating. A few of the parents and caregivers, in contrast, escorted their children far away from Dirk’s “don’t even think about fucking with this kid” vibe, which seemed to suit Dirk just fine.

“You don’t look like you’re having much fun,” she said with a wry smile, as they lingered for the hourly water clock lecture in the museum’s atrium lobby. Pavel was on the floor with the other children, while she and Dirk stood off to the side with the rest of the adults.

Dirk wasn’t even pretending to listen to the many interesting details about the water clock as he scanned and rescanned the stairs and all the entrances and exits. Sam was beginning to suspect he hailed from some kind of Special Forces background, and that all this open space made him nervous.

“No, I’m having a great time,” Dirk answered. Completely monotone.

His phone made a dinging sound and it must have been important, because he actually stopped eye sweeping the lobby long enough to take a look at the text message.

“All right. We gotta get out of here,” he informed her as he re-pocketed the device.

“Excuse me?” Sam asked, thinking she must have heard him wrong.

“That was Isaac. Rustanov’s meeting’s been cancelled. If we get there in the next twenty minutes, he can still get some ice time in with Pav. You don’t mind tagging along, do you? I don’t think I can get him there in time if I have to drop you off.”

First of all Sam didn’t like the thought of Pavel having his museum trip cut short, and on his birthday no less. And second of all, she could think of about ten thousand things she’d rather do with the rest of her afternoon than watch Pavel play hockey with his uncle. But in the end, she guessed she must really love the kid because she let him decide whether they should go or not.

Pavel didn’t even take a moment to consider. “Uncle Nik,” he answered immediately. “I gotta practice my goal shots some more. Uncle says if I can get one past him, he’ll buy me a pair of Bauer Supreme MX3s.”

Sam had no idea what Bauer Supreme MX3s were, but assumed they must be ice skates and valuable ones at that if Pavel was willing to cut short his Children’s Museum trip.

Once they got to the Polar’s training facility, a concrete and red brick building with cars filling nearly all of it parking spaces, Dirk led the way.

“Isaac said to take you straight back to the Polar’s rink. Rustanov’s waiting for you there. C’mon, I’ll show you the way.”

Sam understood why Dirk thought they might need an escort when they got inside. They passed a smaller rink with children playing hockey, and a larger one with thin girls, some in workout pants, some in sparkling costumes, spinning and leaping on the ice.

“Uncle says if the baby you have after this one is a girl, he’s going to enroll her in figure skating here,” Pavel informed her. “He says Russian girls have ice skating in their blood.”

He said what now? Sam wanted to reply. The big sixteen-week ultrasound where the doctor should be able to tell the baby’s sex wasn’t for another three weeks—after the close of the Polar’s season, as if the baby had been perfectly planned to fit into Nikolai’s schedule. But the genetic screening blood test Sam took a couple of weeks ago had come back with an XY sex indicator, so it was a pretty sure bet they’d be having a boy.

But if Pavel was quoting his uncle correctly, Nikolai was already thinking about and having a second biological child with her. She couldn’t tell whether the shiver that suddenly went down her back was because she was walking through a skating facility with only a light jacket on, or because of what Pavel said. Or because the thought of having another child with Nikolai, a little girl with his strong resolve, didn’t exactly repel her.

Pavel came to an abrupt stop. “He’s not here,” he said, his shoulders slumping with disappointment.

Indeed, the rink they were apparently headed toward was completely dark behind the plexiglas windows.

Sam frowned but kept her voice reassuring as she rubbed the little boy’s back. “Maybe he’s still in his office.” She pulled out her phone. “I’ll text Isaac.”

But Dirk kept walking and beckoned them forward. “Isaac said to meet him here at 5:00 PM on the D.O.T. It’s 4:59 PM and I’m not getting in trouble because I missed the drop off.”

Dirk’s insistence on getting to the darkened rink on time surprised Sam. He was usually pretty flexible, but she supposed that was because she and Pavel were almost always where they were supposed be, when they were supposed to be for “the drop off.”

Irritated, but not wanting to cause Pavel’s bodyguard any unnecessary stress, she put a hand on Pavel’s back and guided him forward.

“It’s okay,” she assured him. “He’ll probably be here soon, and we can just wait for him in the—”

Dirk flipped the lights on to reveal a large rink filled with smiling people. Many of whom she recognized as classmates of Pavel’s and their parents. There were also a couple of guys in full-on hockey gear, including a long-haired blond she’d seen on a few Polar’s posters. One of their star players, if she recalled correctly.

“SURPRISE!!!” they all yelled in unison.

It was a birthday party, Sam realized then. A birthday party for Pavel, who was just standing there beside her, frozen in shock.

Until his Uncle, who’d been standing in the middle of the crowd, skated forward and beckoned him forward with a solemn “Happy Birthday, Pavel.”

After that, Sam knew for sure what she’d only suspected before. All Pavel’s talk about not wanting a party had been a bunch of hooey. And it was totally disproved when he didn’t just walk, but flew across the ice towards his uncle, hugging him around the waist so hard, it was a wonder Nikolai was able to stay balanced on his skates.

At first Sam thought Pavel was laughing with delight when he buried his face in Nikolai’s side and his shoulders started shaking, but then there came a sound. A ragged keening that could not in any way be mistaken for laughter. Pavel was crying, she realized, crying so hard his whole body convulsed with it.

The rink grew quiet and for a moment, the only sound that could be heard was that of Pavel’s wild sobs, which were obviously about so much more than being surprised with a birthday party. Nikolai looked up at her, a heavy frown on his face, as if he blamed her for this unexpected response.

“Pavel, stop this,” he said to the boy. “Stop this now.”

Sam came forward, prepared to intervene so Nikolai wouldn’t make him feel ashamed about crying.

But then Nikolai gently patted the overcome boy on the back. “Come Pavel. It is time to stop crying,” he said quietly. “We all came here for you. Come, take your party.”

To Sam’s surprise, Pavel let his uncle out of the fierce clutch, sniffled once, and then did just that. Skating off to join his cheering friends who seemed more than willing to overlook a little crying if it meant skating on the Polar’s ice rink with a few of the team’s players, no less.

She turned her gaze back to Nikolai and saw he was watching her watch Pavel finally get the party he deserved with a satisfied smirk in his eyes. And she wondered if he’d done this for Pavel. Or just to prove her wrong.

Either way, she couldn’t begrudge him the results. Pavel was flipping out, especially when the long-haired blond skated over to him with a pair of slick black skates, which from Pavel’s jumping up and down action, she could only assume were the coveted Bauer’s Pavel had mentioned earlier.

No doubt about it, whatever Nikolai’s true intentions, he’d made Pavel the happiest boy on earth. And she couldn’t help the warm feeling that erupted inside her chest, despite the smirking look he was giving her.

In fact, she wondered if she was ever going to figure out how to dislike Nikolai Rustanov as much as her good sense told her she should if she didn’t want to get hurt.