Katerina was enjoying a simple but tasty breakfast of hot buttered toast and tea, accompanied by the unrivaled pleasure of looking at her husband as he sat beside her. Dark stubble covered his cheeks, making him look rakish. Bed-messy hair added to the illusion. He pored over a newspaper in search of rental advertisements. They"d had a breakfast tray sent, wanting to linger a while in the apartment and savor their closeness rather than joining the throng in the dining room.
She took a sip of the dark unsweetened brew and sighed.
The sound brought his head up. “Are you well, love?”
She gifted him with a shy smile. “Yes. I feel wonderful. I don"t know that I"ve ever slept so peacefully.”
He grinned, and there a hint of masculine possessiveness slipped into it, though his words, when he s
