“How did the search for a house go?”
“Well enough.”
“Only ‘well enough’?”
“Actually…” He raised his head, his eyes bright. “I found one that would be perfect for the two of us. It was built around the turn of the century.”
“It’s quite new, then.” It would have to be more than two hundred years old to be considered old.
“Yes.” He came to me, straddled my lap, and looped his arms around my neck. “It’s got two bedrooms.”
“You’re a very clever man, ochi chyornye.” I knew it was wise to have that second bedroom; if word of our relationship came out, it could see us both in prison. “However, I feel I should warn you—if we have a row, don’t even think you can use that other bedroom to sleep away from me. I’ve no intention of allowing that to happen.”
“Allowing? I’ll sleep where I bloody well please!” He attempted to rise, but I tightened my hold on him.
“Will you, indeed?” I leaned forward to nuzzle his lips apart, pleased as always when he showed an ounce of spirit.