Ravić hadn't really said anything besides wearing a dress. I had a hunch that wherever we were going, it wasn't going to be indoor, since he already gave Sara a day off. Anything related to drinking or clubbing would be off-limits.
When I came out an hour later, towel-drying the ends of my hair, he was already by the door. Lucien cradled securely in one arm, all bundled up in his blue puffy coat and beanie. His tiny fingers clutching the front of his father's shirt.
Ravić's other hand held the car keys, his sleeves rolled up. He had that calm, effortless authority written all over him. Even when he jiggled his keys to amuse his son.
Lucien looked up at him, then at me, and let out a delighted squeal, kicking his legs.
"You two look ready," I said, smiling despite myself.
"We've been waiting," Ravić murmured, amusement tugging at his lips as his gaze swept over me. "Took you long enough."
