“Dragă mea—”
Oh, sweetheart. Nikki always resorted to his mother tongue when he was upset.
“Don’t dragă mea,” she snapped as she dragged the seat belt over her chest and clipped it in. She didn’t need his pity, the primary sentiment coming off his endearment. “Hit the accelerator already so we can get out of this godforsaken neighborhood. Then he won’t see you.”
He squeezed her knee briefly. His hand didn’t linger, but Tasa was well aware of Nikki’s feelings. It was only natural he should crush on her. After all, they spent so much time together, and she’d finally grown into her figure.
But he’d never cross the line. He might be family, but she was a princess. A princess was supposed to marry a prince. Gag. The thought of Cristo made her stomach turn. He was a good enough guy, if you w
