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manage it myself. Tracking people is my specialty.” Rovik clearly disliked the idea of a road trip with his father.
    “Nonsense,” this time Rovik’s mom chimed in. “We can’t let you go gallivanting by yourself when the entire Blutrot clan is looking for you and Emily. Have your father go with you. It is for your own safety.”
    “I don’t want trouble, Dad.” Rovik seemed to be trying to be diplomatic.
    “I assure you, your father would not be trouble. Don’t be silly.”
    “Dad has a store to run.”
    “He has employees.”
    “But—”
    “Son, it is not up for discussion,” said Rovik’s mom with an air of finality. “I wish I could take some time off but I have classes to teach. It would be a good opportunity to have some quality father-son time, heaven knows how rare that is. I’ll book tickets for the earliest flight available.”
    Rovik clearly disliked the idea, while Senior seemed to regret his offer to help his son. Perhaps he realized he’d be forced to act civil, when the two of them couldn’t stand being in the same room more than a minute—the nature of males Schwarzen.
    Rovik tried to object, but when he saw his mother’s expression, he clammed up immediately. Well, what do you know? Rovik’s mom is clearly the dragon in this household who reigns supreme, Emily thought amusedly.
    They moved inside to seek refuge in an air conditioned room. While Rovik and his mom were involved in a deep discussion, Senior put on Netflix and they watched a Korean action movie so violent that if the film went on for another thirty minutes, everybody in Korea would have been killed. After the movie was over, Rovik’s parents declared it was time to retire for the night.
    For some reason, Emily was deeply intrigued by Rovik’s childhood bedroom. His mom said she had left it the way it was, staving off the urge to tear down the room and turn it into the extension of the kitchen. Rovik left Waco at eighteen to join the military. A recruitment poster for the Marine Corps hung on one wall, joined by several heavy metal bands. Somehow, it didn’t surprise her that Rovik was a Metallica fan.
    For a hell-raiser, Rovik was a tidy guy. His bedroom had no clutter. Everything was organized just like his apartment in Manhattan. She ambled to his bookshelves and delightfully found his collection was alphabetically arranged. She was sure this wasn’t his mother’s doing. His pantry in Manhattan rivaled Martha Stewart’s. Rovik was a fan of Sun Tzu Art of War . He had several versions of them. Hamlet and King Lear were among the tomes. He also kept Oscar Wilde, Dumas, Poe, Murakami and surprisingly, Marquis de Sade.
    She looked over her shoulder and leered at him. “Seriously, de Sade?”
    Rovik shrugged nonchalantly. “Internet porn was rare when I grew up and I was curious.”
    She laughed. “So you learned your smut from de Sade. Should I be worried?”
    “My taste goes along the vanilla side, actually. Nothing kinky.”
    “Right.”
    “It’s true.” He leveled his head with hers and grinned mischievously. “Don’t tell me you actually like kinky stuff?”
    She blushed. “I wouldn’t know.” He knew she had limited experience in the sex department.
    Rovik planted a kiss on her lips. “Then, maybe we can find out together if our tastes run through the edgy side. Consider it as our adventure.” He straightened his tall posture. “Do you want to use the bathroom first? I need to take a shower. I’d forgotten how hot Waco is this time of the year.”
    “I won’t be long. I want a shower too.”
    “Go ahead.” Rovik groped her ass and squeezed it playfully.
    Emily raised an eyebrow at him.
    “What?” He played innocent. “I can’t touch you whenever I want? You’re mine, aren’t you?”
    She sniffed and marched into the bathroom so he wouldn’t see she was at the verge of grinning too. It was absurd. She was actually pleased that Rovik openly declared his possession. She used to hate it