“It’s okay. It’s nice to see you guys getting along for once.” He wrestles a seashell from Remi’s mouth before the dog can swallow it. “When the two of you fight, it isn’t easy on anyone.” He grimaces like there’s more he’d like to say, but before he can, his gaze shifts over my shoulder. “Andrey’s on his way back.”
“Please tell me he’s got hot dogs with him.” All at once, they sound amazing again.
Misha laughs and jogs to help Andrey with all the goodies he’s brought back for us.
Like the smart man he is, Andrey bought me a hot dog and then walked another five minutes down the boardwalk to get me a fruit cup, a bucket of caramel corn, and a bag of pickle-flavored beef jerky.
“In case your pregnancy cravings have gone off the deep end and your taste buds are broken,” he explains.
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