Misha plopped down next to me, and I took a swig from my water bottle. “You’ll see her in an hour,” he assured me. I took another drink. “Rika could’ve warned us she was taking all the women overnight.” “It gives you a chance to miss her.” “I’ve missed her long enough,” I retorted, watching Michael tie his shoes and then tip back the bottle of Kirin. “I’m done missing her.” “You think if you don’t see her enough, she’ll have time to change her mind?” “No.” Yes. My cousin was smart.
