Free Adaline (The Wallflower Series Book 3) by R.J. Fletcher Page A

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    Inwardly, Dominic groaned. Yup, his brother was still flying high on the marriage train. Hopefully, he could focus enough to disclose some wisdom.
    “Hey, man! Come in!” Dmitri stepped aside to allow him to enter.
    Since before their marriage, Dominic could tell there had been a dramatic change in the decoration of the penthouse. For one, it looked less like it belonged on the front page of a home décor magazine and more lived in. Sasha, he assumed, had added colorful additions to the former bachelor-pad. Complete with throw pillows and a dining table set with flowers in the middle.
    Dominic looked toward the kitchen and found Sasha in a similar disheveled state as his brother. From what he could gather, they were in the middle of baking some dessert. Meeting his gaze, she smiled warmly and waved her hand for him to come over. Dominic followed her directive to find that the kitchen was as much a mess as they were.
    “Well, what do we have here?” He asked after giving her a hug and then scraping off the ingredients that had been transferred to his dress shirt.
    “Oh,” she laughed. “I’m so sorry.” She grabbed a napkin and helped.
    “So, I thought pregnant women would only have the occasional craving for ice cream with olives or some bullshit. No, apparently, they also go through a stage of nesting which for Sasha means learning how to make baked goods.” Dmitri explained dryly. He turned to her and stated simply, “I’m sorry to tell you this, baby…but you may want to stick to decorating the nursery.”
    Sasha rolled her eyes at his suggestion. “Don’t listen to him Dominic. He was the one that got so excited for cupcakes and cookies. He just didn’t want to do any of the work.” She shook her head and harrumphed, “He wanted to go to the baker- are you kidding me? Baking it yourself is the best part.”
    Dominic and Dmitri shared a glance, both shrugging at Sasha’s disapproval. It was the way they were raised: you don’t make it yourself; you hire someone to do it for you. Sasha groaned at the guilty looks that crossed both of their faces, simultaneously admiring just how similar they both looked in that moment.
    “I’m surrounded by spoiled brats,” she complained playfully. Before Dmitri could retort, she turned to Dominic and asked with a raised brow, “What brings you here, Dominic?”
    At her question, he had no idea what to say. He knew for certain Sasha probably had no knowledge of the secret Dina had been keeping from them all. And again he wondered how exactly she could have thought that was a wise decision? Wasn’t she close to Sasha and her friend Teagan? He was still full of questions but now he felt somewhat resigned that he would never know the truth. And what did it matter now anyways? It was over.
    “No particular reason. Just needed the company,” he provided with a slight tilt of his lips. It was his best attempt at a smile after having had his thoughts overrun with Dina, her child, and the entire cheating debacle.
    Dmitri could tell from Dominic’s lack of a smile that something was wrong. He turned to his wife and silently communicated that he would need some time alone with his brother. In acquiescence, Sasha turned back toward the counter to continue her baking while Dmitri led his troubled younger brother to his home office. When the door was closed behind them, his formerly relaxed expression changed almost immediately.
    “Tell me what’s wrong,” he demanded.
    Dominic, though slightly taken aback by the force in his brother’s voice, did not argue. “I need your help,” he stated simply.
    “Are you having money problems?”
    Dominic let out a forced laugh at that inquiry. “I wish! It would make life much simpler. At least then I’d know where to turn.” He sat down on the leather couch in the office and let out a deep sigh. “How did you deal when you realized you wanted Sasha back?”
    Dmitri raised a brow at his question. Still looking at