He shrugs his shoulders, lifting the bags in either hand. “Let me put the bags in our room first.”
I watch him walk across the ground littered with pine needles and through the front door that bears a large, gold knocker set into the center of the wood. I can’t stop grinning from ear to ear.
He reappears on the porch with a stretch, his muscles straining against his shirt. “Okay. Quick walk before dinner.”
“Why does it have to be quick?”
“Because the sun will set in less than an hour and you haven’t eaten anything since last night.”
I loop my arms around his waist and pull him closer. At almost seven months along, my growing stomach has become somewhat of an impediment, but Misha doesn’t seem to mind. “I’m only hungry for you right now,” I say flirtatiously.
He smirks. “That will hav
