Ch.50 Western
POV: Third Person
Dimitri's western lay on the dining room table; his favourite one, the one that had been Ivan's gift to him. That was rare, Rose thought when she walked in. He couldn't have been in the shower - the water wasn't running, and the bathroom door was open. She put down the takeaway that he'd asked her to get, shrugged off her jacket, and emerged deeper into their home.
So far, she hadn't found Dimitri. She was halfway to their bedroom when she paused. The sound of a page turning.
Dimitri sat on their bed, reading a book. A book that was not a western.
She recognized it. It was that Twilight book Lissa had thrust at her two weeks ago, and she had barely made it pass the second chapter. She'd lost all interest when Edward Cullen fled to Alaska. What a coward, she'd thought.
And yet, her Russian god was reading it - halfway through the book, looking so engrossed that Rose feared he'd never notice her walking in until she was snuggled in his side.
Not that she had any intention of doing that.
She placed her hands on her hips, put some Rose Hathaway bravado in her voice, and called out, "Do you find Edward Cullen hot, Comrade?"
He nearly fell off the bed.
