Sweetest Surrender (17 page)

There were a couple open spots in front of her building so she picked the one nearest her old place. She was really curious about the water damage but wasn’t sure if she should go in. From what she could tell Mr. Botkin had packed up everything well, but she still wanted to do another sweep through the place if she could. As she stepped onto the sidewalk she saw her downstairs neighbor leaving her apartment.

The woman rarely talked to Angel, but she was friendly enough. She smiled at her neighbor, who was rushing to the sidewalk, keys in hand. She was wearing light green scrubs and white sneakers. Angel knew she worked in home health and had odd hours. It was clear the woman was heading to work.

“Hey, did you get affected by the flooding?” Angel asked.

The dark-haired woman stopped and frowned. “What flooding?”

“My apartment got flooded. I thought you might have been affected too since you’re below me.”

The woman just stared at her for a moment, then shook her head. “Ah, I’m late for work, but I didn’t know there were any plumbing issues here.”

As the woman hurried down to her car Angel decided to head to Mr. Botkin’s place instead of her own. Before she’d taken two steps she saw him coming out of her apartment, a bucket in his hand. When he spotted her from the balcony his eyes widened in what was most definitely guilt.

What the hell? Had he found a renter willing to pay more? It didn’t make sense that her downstairs neighbor hadn’t even heard about the flooding; she would have been affected too. Angel raced up the stairs ready to demand an answer from him. “Was my place really flooded?” she asked, hoping she was being paranoid by that guilty flush on his face.

After a long pause, he shook his head. “No, but your friend wanted to protect you.”

She blinked, not understanding. “What friend?”

He paused, just watching her with an almost panicked look on his face.

“Did you lie because you found a different renter willing to pay more?”

He shook his head and his original statement started to sink in. Her friend wanted to protect her. There was only one friend of hers that Mr. Botkin had ever met.

“Vadim had something to do with this?” The sense of hurt that slammed into her was staggering.

Mr. Botkin nodded, his expression apologetic as he sighed. “Yes. A man was asking about you. A bad man. Vadim wanted you gone from here so he could protect you. He said you’d have a place to live. Did he lie about that?”

She shook her head, gritting her teeth. No, but he was a big liar who was going to answer for what he’d done.

* * *

“You ever gonna tell me what’s bugging you?” Roman asked Angel from across the high top table they were sitting at. The bar they were in was a local hangout close to the casino. The drinks were cheap enough, the atmosphere was relaxed and there was no smoking inside.

She traced her finger down the neck of the beer bottle she’d been nursing for the better part of the hour. After leaving her old place she’d been beyond pissed at Vadim. Since she hadn’t wanted to go back to his house and she wasn’t ready to light into him yet, she’d called a couple of girls she was friendly with at work to see if they could hang out. They’d been working so she’d called Roman. Normally she didn’t mind being alone, but she’d wanted someone to talk to. “It’s nothing.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” he muttered, waving at their waitress to bring him another drink.

When her phone buzzed again in her purse she looked at it. It was a text from Vadim, asking if she wanted him to bring something home for dinner. Tears burned her eyes and that only pissed her off. She thought about ignoring him completely but didn’t want him to worry. And yes, that pissed her off too. She shouldn’t care about his feelings, but damn it, she did.

Out with a friend, I’ll be in late tonight. Don’t wait up.

Okay, her text was kinda harsh, but she didn’t care. Angrily, she shoved it back into her purse, earning raised eyebrows from Roman.

“Come on, what’s going on?”

She didn’t want to talk about her and Vadim, especially since she knew Roman was friends with him. It felt like too much of a betrayal of Vadim and even though she was pissed, she still didn’t want to talk about him. “I’ve just had a long week, that’s all.”

“So no trouble in paradise then?” Roman asked, his voice wry.

“Not like you’re thinking.” Yeah, she wasn’t talking about her relationship with Vadim with anyone. She just couldn’t. “So how is it that you and Logan are so different?” Angel hoped the change in topic would work.

Roman’s lips quirked as he shook his head. “No clue. I think he was dropped on his head as a baby. My mom won’t confirm it, but I have my suspicions.”

An unexpected laugh tore free, easing some of her hurt and annoyance. “You want to do a shot?” Probably not the best type of therapy right now, but if there was a better one, she sure couldn’t think of it. She’d just get a taxi home—to Vadim’s—if she had too much.

Roman nodded. “One shot, then we’re playing a game of darts. I don’t think getting wasted is the answer you’re looking for.”

She started to protest, then nodded. Yeah, the only thing that would do was give her a freaking hangover in the morning. “Sounds good.”

“For what it’s worth, we’re fucking stupid sometimes,” he said as he waved at their server again.

“We?”

“Men. I’m speaking for all of us, including V. He likes you, a lot. I’m guessing he did something stupid. Probably really stupid knowing him. But I guarantee it wasn’t intended to hurt you.”

She didn’t get a chance to respond as he turned to their incoming server, who Angel was certain wanted to give Roman her phone number, but she mulled over his words. It was pretty clear that Vadim hadn’t wanted to hurt her, he’d wanted to protect her. She didn’t mind him wanting to protect her, but he’d just taken over and made a huge decision without asking her first. She didn’t like that he’d lied to her, gone behind her back and let her cry about her place flooding when all along he’d known it wasn’t true. Maybe she didn’t have a leg to stand on considering she’d been lying about her identity. Sort of. She scrubbed a hand over her face, not wanting to think about it now.

When she heard her phone buzz again, she continued to ignore it.

Chapter 16

After a couple hours of playing darts and drinking beers with Roman, Angel was starting to feel a little better. She was still angry at Vadim, but not in the total emotional rage she’d been in earlier. “I’m done for now. Seriously, my arm is going to fall off.”

“So you concede?”

“What? That you’re better? Hell no. I’m just tired and since my drill instructor has been training me like a crazy person the past few days I deserve a break,” she said, referring to him and his self-defense training regimen.

“That’s weak. But I’m tired too,” he said with a laugh. As they headed for their round top table, Roman’s eyes slightly widened at something over her shoulder.

“What?” She turned around but couldn’t see over most of the people. In the last couple hours the place had started to fill up with a steady crowd.

He shrugged when she swiveled back to him. “Ah, my brother’s here with some of the guys from work.”

“So? He’s a flirt, but I don’t care. Or does he actually mind that I cancelled that date?” Angel was ninety-nine percent sure he’d asked her out in some weird way to bait Vadim.

Roman shook his head. “It’s not that. It’s just uh, Vadim’s with them.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, resisting the urge to turn around and look at Vadim. “Did you tell him I was here?” He shrugged again and she wanted to punch him. “You were right, you guys really are dumbasses.”

“I said we were
stupid
. And I didn’t tell him, but I did tell Logan.” Roman gave what she was sure he thought was an apologetic look, but she could tell he wasn’t sorry at all.

Which just infuriated her. “Well I’m saying you’re all dumbasses. You couldn’t have given me a heads up? And if you shrug again I’ll punch you.”

“I’ve felt your punches, they’re not impressive.” He was clearly fighting a grin.

“And now you’re insulting me?” She gritted her teeth, fighting her own smile until she saw Vadim out of the corner of her eye arriving with Logan and two of the men from the security team. Her amusement fled, knowing they needed to talk.

Logan and his brother immediately started joking with each other, their camaraderie clear and kind of adorable while the other two guys headed for the bar to order drinks. Taking a deep breath, she turned in her swivel chair to face Vadim. He was wearing dark slacks and the button-down shirt she’d buttoned up for him this morning after they’d made love in the shower. And Lord help her, she couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to run her fingers over all his bare skin right now.

The expression on his face was remote. “Hey.”

“Hey.” She bit her bottom lip, unsure what to say. She hated the feeling that there was a giant chasm between them. But she didn’t know how to bridge the gap of mistrust he’d created with his lie.

“Are you angry with me about something?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, seeming almost lost and some of her icy anger melted.

“I stopped by my old place today and ran into Mr. Botkin,” she said loud enough for only him to hear. The brothers were laughing and talking with each other on the other side of the table, but she didn’t want anyone else to be able to listen in.

Realization dawned on Vadim’s face, quickly followed by distress. He was like that panicked tiger again. Which would make her want to laugh if she wasn’t so annoyed.

“I wanted to tell you,” he finally said. “I should have and I’m sorry.”

“You should have told me, or you shouldn’t have done it at all? Why’d you lie? Why not just come out and tell me your concerns and ask me to stay?” Because she would have stayed with him.

“I’m sorry I did it. I was going to tell you the truth, then you got angry when I called Sierra for you. That was small and I figured something like…”

“Like having my landlord freaking lie about the state of my apartment at your request would be worse,” she filled in, more of her anger dying at his expression. He was worse than Charlie, looking so adorable and apologetic.

Damn it, she needed to hang on to some anger because this couldn’t happen again. She loved Vadim and—whoa.
Loved?
Yeah, she loved him. Stunned by her internal realization, she sat back against the chair.

“Yeah, that,” he said quietly.

Even though she was still hurt she slid off the chair and wrapped her arms around him. Though he was clearly surprised by the move, he wrapped his arms around her too, pulling her close. She looked up at him, keeping her voice low. “I can’t be with someone who lies to me. I understand why you did it and I’m incredibly grateful for everything you’ve done for me, but we have to be equals. You’ve got to fill me in on stuff and let me make decisions that affect my life.”

“I know. I just…I’m sorry.” The sincerity in his voice was so real and she was smart enough to realize that Vadim had never been in a serious relationship before now. She wasn’t even sure that’s what they were, but she knew that’s where they were heading. Hell, they’d been heading that way from the moment they’d met. She just hadn’t known it at the time. Their building friendship had been working toward something more all this time.

“Vadim…I’m probably an idiot but I’m letting this go. I know your heart was in the right place but if you do something like this in the future…” She trailed off, not needing to finish. It would be a different story if he did this again, but after being on the run for so long and not being able to enjoy herself for the past two years, she couldn’t hold on to any anger. She leaned up on her toes and kissed him, brushing her lips across his.

His grip on her hips tightened as he pulled her tight, deepening their kiss until their surroundings fell away. She loved the feel of his tongue stroking against hers, of his strong arms holding her close.

“Get a room,” Logan said loudly from behind them, breaking the intimate spell.

Flushing, Angel pulled back and stepped out of Vadim’s embrace. “You want to get out of here?”

When his gaze darkened with hunger, she grinned. Turning from him, she grabbed her purse off the table. Ignoring Logan, she looked at Roman and smiled. “Thanks for hanging out with me. I think we’re gonna head out now.”

He nodded and gave Vadim a half-smile. “Anytime. You two coming to watch the fight tomorrow night?”

Vadim had already told her about Roman’s invitation and they both wanted to go so she nodded. “We’ll be there.”

Turning back to Vadim she said, “I’ve had one too many beers to drive. Can we leave the SUV here?” When he nodded she continued. “Good, give me a couple minutes and we’ll head out. I need to use the restroom.” She was finally starting to feel the effects of those beers. She dropped another kiss on his lips, glad they’d made up. As she slowly made her way through the throng of bodies she saw Iris, Ellie, Jay and surprisingly Wyatt Christiansen heading for their table. She’d never seen the billionaire outside of work. It was a little weird that he was hanging out with all of them. Or maybe it wasn’t. For all she knew, he did it all the time. Just not when she’d been around.