Chapter 4

Family home?

“I don’t think Elliot will marry a man,” the other lady scoffed. “His son is already mad with him, probably because he’s the same age as this new boy. It’s embarrassing!”

The women grumbled together some more.

Sasha didn’t know what to do. He could easily open the door and ask them, in perfect Spanish, what the hell they were talking about.

But…maybe he’d find out more if he didn’t reveal his hand too soon.

Sasha hated to be deceitful, but what else could he do? Either Elliot was hiding something (several things, it sounded like) or Isabella was just gossiping and it meant nothing.

Sasha hoped it was the latter.

* * * *

Sasha only had forty-two days left on his visa, nearly halfway through the ninety days, but he was almost certain now that Elliot didn’t intend to marry him.

Which meant that Sasha would have to return to Moscow within forty-two days’ time.