As Jack and Sergey wandered into discussing the business lease and investment deal again, soft snores floated up from Ethan. His head rolled until his cheek was resting on Jack’s shoulder, eyes closed, sound asleep. Sergey grinned, halfway through comparing the Russian and American auto industries. “Like a little baby.” “Yours is out, too.” Jack nodded to Sasha, asleep and slumped against the end of the couch, still buttoned up in his dark suit.
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