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“Who could’ve done something like this?” he muses. “Good timing, though, because I’m hungry.”
I don’t know what else to do, so I join him. Demyen lays a soft blanket on the boulder for us to sit on and flourishes a turkey and Swiss cheese sandwich wrapped in one of those beeswax cloths.
“I’ve got chips, too. And water. You like blackberry, right?”
I nod. I don’t trust myself to speak.
He seems to understand, because he just smiles at me and joins me in quietly eating sandwiches while we watch over Willow. She, for her part, is quietly pouring juice for her new friends and making sure everyone at her tea party receives a cucumber sandwich and colorful macaron.
“You didn’t have to… I mean…” I shake my head at myself. “Thank you. Really. This means the world to her.”
Demyen grins. “Thank Mako. He got it all on video, too. Worth every penny to see grown Bratva men delicately arrange stuffed bears and lace doilies.”
Willow emerges from the woods with newfound confidence, courage, and an armload of fuzzy new friends. She still hasn’t spoken a word, but the fact that she’s interacting with the world around her and communicating her appreciation is leaps and bounds beyond my wildest expectations.
I have to help by grabbing a few of the bears off the top before she runs into the low step up to the door of the cabin—she can barely see over the tops of their fluffy heads. Demyen holds the door open for her, and she proudly carries them up to what appears to be her newly designated room.
Which… is filled with toys. And games. And puzzles.
“I may have sent an alpha team ahead of us,” Demyen whispers behind me.
“Is there anything you didn’t do?”
He smirks and shrugs. “One or two things. Like remember to schedule some time to rock your world in the master bedroom. Next time we’re here, I guess.”
His pat on my butt is discreet, but the message is clear: therewillbe a “next time we’re here.”
And we’ll probably be alone. Out of necessity.
Either that or he’s already soundproofed the master bedroom.
“Alrighty, kiddo, ready for the lake?” Demyen asks Willow, who nods and grabs her swimsuit from the small backpack I put together for her.
She shuts the door on our faces. I’d be a tad insulted if I wasn’t over the moon about her progress.
Demyen chuckles and takes my hand, leading me into the master bedroom. “Lovely preview of the years to come. Can’t wait until she’s a teenager.” His voice is dripping with playful sarcasm, but he still manages to trip me up with his casual indications that he’s been thinking about our future together.
A verylongfuture together.
I watch him strip off his clothes and tug on a pair of swim trunks he apparently packed for himself. It’s almost a shame we don’t have a few minutes to ourselves. With the way he’s being Dad of the Year to my child, I’m ready to ride him like a bull.
Okay. Maybe more than a few minutes are needed. I want to show him just how thoroughly appreciative I am, starting by tonguing every swirl of every tattoo on his incredible body.
“You good?” he asks me when he turns around, casually tying the knot to his trunks. “You haven’t changed yet.”
I blink. “Oh! Sorry. Yeah. Just… got distracted. Mind wandered.” I blush and wiggle off my leggings, treating him to an eyeful of the lacy thong I decided to wear today.
“Miss Clara Everett. You might just be the death of me.”
I bite my lip and pretend like I’m not intentionally giving him a little striptease while I change into my bikini. My back is still turned to him, but there’s a lot of bending over and arching up involved with slipping on the swimsuit and tying the strings securely.
“Can you get my back?” I ask sweetly. Innocently.
Demyen lets out a low growl right into my ear when he comes up behind me to “help.” He smooths his hands along my sides and pretends to suddenly not know how to tie a simple knot. “You are a temptress, you know that?”
His bulge lodged firmly between my bikini-covered butt cheeks confirms this.
“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I giggle.
