“I think it’s time we talked, moya zhizn’.” Bridget’s whole body stiffens when Alexey leans down to brace his hands on the arm of her chair from behind. “I don’t think it is,” Bridget replies. “It was one night, Alexey.” I exchange a look with the other guys. They’re just as shocked as me. Bridget and Alexey? “Was it?” Alexey says, leaning in beside her ear. Bridget shivers, and I know she’s not scared. “Yes. That’s what we agreed on, wasn’t it?” Bridget asks, glancing over her shoulder at him. “That’s what you agreed on. Dmitri and I saw it different.”
