Ivan was standing in the doorway, waiting, with the dogs at his feet. As soon as they saw me, they came racing over, desperate to say hello, and have some fuss. I petted them, before glancing up at Ivan. He was wearing just shorts, and was barefoot. He smiled tentatively at me. "Hi baby. Sorry ab...
He poured two glasses of red wine, and set mine down in front of me at the island. The dogs sat begging at our feet, but he said no to them. Goulash probably wasn't good for dogs. "I never know what you're thinking," Ivan said suddenly, breaking the silence between ...