51. A TALK

KATERINA

I got down from the car after Simon, my eyes on his ever as I shut the door.

Vincent looked as perfect as ever, filling out his suit pants and jacket. He had cut down his beard that had started to grow out to a stubble, causing him to look even more mature now, with his hair cut down a bit too and tamed carefully on his head. He almost looked completely clean, well until I noticed the cigar on his right hand. I frowned at the sight. Did he ever go anywhere without a stick of that?

Simon came to stand beside me, pulling me out of my thoughts. He had both hands in his pockets as he greeted in a nervous tone,

"Hello brother. Sorry for coming a bit late. Had to pick her up." He pointed at me, taking out one hand.

"I leave town for one month and you become my rival's designated driver. Interesting." Vincent replied and I rolled my eyes, already expecting his sassiness.

He stepped closer before Simon could say anything else, obviously catching the eye roll. I swallowed. "Give is a