Part of me questions whether he sees me as a sibling. Like another Timo and Katya and Luka to fret over. It worries me. Because in no way do I want to saddle this guy with more stress. That’s not my intention by staying in Vegas. If that’s the case, I can step out of his world. “Your eyes are black,” he notes, his lips downturned. “If you want to stay—” “Do you think of me as a sister?” I suddenly ask. “Is that why I’m here?
