Home to Me (The Andrades, Book 2) by Ruth cardello

as any. “Touché, but that’s all I’ll say. I actually care about this one.” Serge propped his own feet up. “So you came here because you’re happy about something you can’t talk about?” “Yes.” Nick’s smile widened. “Is she married?” “No.” “Underage?” “Hell no.” “Actually a man, but you didn’t realize it until it was too late?” Nick laughed out loud, and Serge threw up his hands. “It happens more than you’d think,” he said, lightheartedly defending his suggestion. “But, hey, love is love. I don’t judge.” “She’s not a man.” Nick relaxed deeper into the couch. “She’s more than I expected, that’s all.” “Tell me you’re not talking about that sweet woman who came to see you here. That one I warned you to stay away from?” Nick shrugged. Serge slapped a hand on one of his thighs. “I knew you wouldn’t listen to me.” Nick raised one eyebrow at Serge’s uncharacteristic display of emotion. “You’ve never cared who I’ve dated.” Serge continued, “I’m trying to save you from making a mistake you’ll spend the rest of your life regretting. It never works out with men like us and women like that.” Nick surged out of his seat. “I’m not doing this tonight. I was in a great mood.” With a sad expression on his face, Serge stood slowly. “Wake up, Nick. You want the suburban dream—wife, house, kids—as much as a shark wants to bake on the beach. And that woman—” “Rena.” “Is the kind who won’t settle for less than a ring on her finger.” “You don’t know her.” “I know women.” “Right. I’ve never seen you wi