I headed up, with Dmitri unobtrusively shadowing me. I appreciated that he was letting me take everything in at my own pace.

From the landing, I entered a glass-walled gallery, my heels clicking over the polished hardwood floor. I crossed the threshold of what had to be the master bedroom suite. We passed a dressing room. A middle-aged housekeeper was already unpacking my things.

The smiling woman finished up, speaking to us in Russian.

Dmitri replied in the same, but I heard my new name in there. To me, he said, “This is Galina. She speaks little English. But you’ll be picking up Russian soon enough.”

Mouth gone dry, I said, “Sure thing.” I eked out a smile for the woman as she left. Then I continued inside.

In keeping with the modern design, the master bedroom had built-ins and sleek cabinets, but minimal furniture. A handwoven rug that screamed of money broke up the stretch of wood flooring. An abstract canvas made a focal point above the fireplace mantel.

And then there was the huge platform bed. We’d have sex there tonight. Whoa.

Opened french doors led to a balcony. As if in a trance, I made my way to the glass rail.

Seagulls hovered on air currents not thirty feet away. Below us, the pool’s surface shimmered in the late afternoon sun. A manicured walkway connected the terrace to a cove with a sandy beach.

And beyond: the water.

An endless sapphire expanse.

I murmured, “Dmitri, I’ve never seen so far.” I’d once bought a bolt of cloth in “Pacific blue,” but I hadn’t comprehended the color.

I’d never understood a sea breeze.

A spray of white caught my eye, then another. Something sliding through the ocean . . . “Look!” I whirled around and grabbed his hand. “Whales! Real ones.” Not high rollers.

The corner of his lips tilted up. “They migrate past here.”

No way! “You can see all of this from your balcony?”

“You can see all of this from our bed.”

I dragged my gaze from his face and turned back to the water. “Amazing.”

“And you haven’t even beheld the sunset. I have to warn you, though, it does rain here a lot. Much more than you’re used to.”

“But that’s why it’s so green.” Unlike my apartment complex, where drifting sand chased me across the parking lot.

He turned me to face him, the warm breeze ruffling his hair. “You want to make our home here?”

I wished he’d simply asked me if I liked it. The odds of me living here for an extended period were slim—not when spending my days with him meant losing days with my family.

I forced myself to hold his gaze. “The property’s stunning, Dmitri.” He was stunning. “I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Never taking his eyes off me, he said, “I am certain I have.”

CHAPTER 22

“What do you think?” I asked Dmitri, modeling a bikini I’d designed.

He’d been doing laps in the heated pool while I’d gotten settled and changed, but he treaded water to avidly view my suit. His expression said, Are you kidding me?

A cutout in the center of the black bandeau top displayed my cleavage. The red thong bottom had a flirty tie on each side for even easier access. I turned in a circle for him.

Voice rumbling, he said, “I think I am going to enjoy being married very, very much.” He swam to the steps. “And this is further evidence you’re an exhibitionist. Did you design it?”

“I did.” I’d packed the bikini, having no idea it’d be part of my freaking trousseau. “It’s made of . . .” I lost track of what I’d been saying when he emerged from the water.

He wore board shorts that hung low on his narrow hips, a dive watch, and nothing else. Drops sluiced over his rugged muscles, his rigid pecs and washboard abs. He was semihard and growing.

The sight of him swindled my breath yet again. I wanted more of what he’d given me, craved to touch every inch of that body.

“Do you want something to drink or eat?” he asked.

“Hmm? Oh.” Gourmet snacks had been arranged on the outdoor dining table in an enticing display, along with a champagne bucket. “Champagne sounds great.”

He crossed to the table, shaking out his hair in such a guy way; reminders that he was a mere mortal thrilled me.

He inspected the vintage, then popped open the bottle. After pouring two flutes, he gave me one and took my free hand in exchange. “Watch the sun set with me, moya zhena.”

“What does that mean?”

He led me to the steaming hot tub. “My wife.”

Heart thud. “Sure. Why not?” I sank into the warm water, sitting beside him on the bench. “Your bodyguards aren’t going to be coming around, are they? I might be an exhibitionist, but not with your employees.”

He’d already sent the chef, assistant, and the housekeeper home for a couple of days.

“Understood. Our bodyguards have a house on the property, and monitor security through cameras.”

“Cameras?” I frowned over my shoulder.

“Only on the other side. No one can approach the house by land without being monitored, but we have privacy on the ocean side. Motion sensors only.”

“The place is seriously high-tech.” Earlier, he’d introduced me to the house. You could talk to it: “Lights.” “I’m cold.” “Music.”

His expression was amused, eyes crinkling at the sides. “Well, I am a tech genius.”