She clung to him. Her arms sliding around his waist as she pressed herself tightly into his hold.
It took an endless amount of time for the ability to speak to hit her, and when it did, she whispered, “We can look into building at the estate.”
He reared back at that, obviously not expecting those to be the first words to come from her mouth.
“What? Why?” he asked, frowning down at her from his great height.
If the Goddess had matched them together so perfectly, then really she should have made Cinda at least another five inches taller. Minimum. After eighty years together, they’d both have to visit the chiropractor for chronic neck fatigue.
“We’ll live at the estate,” she repeated before nuzzling back into his hug.
“You didn’t want to live there ten minutes ago. What the hell changed
