The Healing Touch - Apryl Baker Page 0,69
done it a thousand times before, and Becca closed her eyes, letting the sound of his heartbeat alongside the gentle rise and fall of his chest lull her into sleep.
Dimitri waited until he was sure she was sound asleep before he left the bed. Finding his phone where it had dropped, he opened Facebook and navigated to Becca’s page. What he saw made him see red. That fucking bitch. She was saying some truly awful things about his woman.
He called Mason.
“Yo?”
“Shut the bitch down.”
He hung up and crawled back in bed. He had to meet Viktor for breakfast in a little under three hours.
Then he’d get this damn signing out of the way, and they’d be on the first train back to LA, where he could have his woman all to himself. He just had to get through tomorrow.
Chapter Sixteen
Dimitri made sure not to wake Becca a few hours later. He hadn’t slept at all, everything running together in his head. Charlene was going to have to be dealt with. Had he known she was this much of a drama queen, he wouldn’t have given her a second glance. He didn’t do drama. Hated it.
He finished dressing and shoved his phone and wallet into his jeans. Becca rolled and muttered something. He smiled softly, watching her frown in her sleep. Sexy as sin. That was what his woman was. He should wake her, but since he wasn’t going to ask her to go with him to the signing, she could sleep in.
There wasn’t a force in Heaven or Hell that could persuade him to take her to the signing. Not after all that shit that was posted last night. She was a right mess. The panic attack last night was bad, one he wouldn’t be responsible for her reliving.
Slipping out, he found Viktor waiting for him in the lobby. His brother looked every inch the Kincaid with his dark hair and coal black eyes. Dimitri looked like his mother, blond and blue eyed. The only thing he’d inherited from his dad was the man’s height. He towered over even the twins, Viktor and Conner.
“Morning, brat.”
Viktor looked up from the paper he was reading. “It’s too early for this shit.” He ran a hand through his hair and yawned.
“Agreed.” Dimitri yawned himself and led Viktor into the little area designated for food. “I didn’t realize that Sara Jane’s staying here until she texted me this morning. She’s running a little late, so I told her we’d be on the terrace. Hungry?”
“Starved.” Viktor wasted no time in filling up a plate. Dimitri smiled his dimpled grin at the morning clerk who was checking on the guests in the small dining area, distracting her from the fact Viktor was not a guest. She batted her eyelashes at him in return, giving him her come hither smile.
The woman was beautiful, rich auburn hair and green eyes that promised so much, but for the first time in his life, it did nothing for him. He wasn’t the least bit interested. His dick even stayed quiet. This was new.
“Hey, you.”
Sara Jane startled him, and he turned around, bumping into her. “Sorry.”
“You’re pretty.”
Dimitri looked down at Sara Jane’s little girl and grinned. She was a beauty, her front tooth missing, her blonde hair pulled back in some kind of braid.
“You’re prettier than me.” He tweaked her nose. “I’m Dimitri. You must be Delia.”
“I am.” She had a sing-song voice.
“Well, Delia, how hungry are you?” He held out his hand, and she shyly took it. “I think we should go find some food before my brother eats it all.”
“He wouldn’t.” Her eyes widened, and she took his hand, pulling him along behind her. “There’s too much food!”
“Viktor can inhale it all, I promise.” He ignored Sara’s laughter and bent down to whisper, “We have to feed him enough so he doesn’t eat us!”
Delia’s little gasp was loud enough to catch Viktor’s attention, and he turned around, a piece of bacon hanging out of his mouth. He glanced down at the kid who hid behind Dimitri’s legs.
“You’re horrible,” Sara Jane whispered.
“Nah, I’m pretty. Delia said so.”
Viktor hurriedly ate his bacon and set his overly full plate down. “Morning, ladies. I’m Viktor.”
“You talk funny.” Delia peeped at him from behind Dimitri’s legs. “Are you really going to eat me?”
“Eat you?” He shot Dimitri a look filled with the promise of pain. “I don’t eat little girls, only grown-ass men who are pretty.”
“Language.” Sara Jane came to stand behind Dimitri. “I