In a flash, the events of the previous night came back to her. Vitaly. Her… betrothed. The moment she stirred, a soft yelp sounded next to the bed, and the next moment, Ram had jumped up and was eagerly licking her face. She smiled and cuddled the doggie close. Slowly, she turned her head and watched Vitaly amble off toward the bathroom. He was a sight for sore eyes, so large and muscular yet lean and tall that he quite literally took her breath away. It couldn’t be, she thought, that she would have slept in the same bed with this man—this man she hardly knew. She lay back against the soft pillow, the comforter providing a snug warmth and sleep still lending her that fuzzy feeling that did much to dispel the sense of dread that last night’s events had brought. The shower was turned on, and she felt her stomach tighten. What would be expected of her, as the wife of Vitaly Loganov? What would be her tasks? By profession, she was an English teacher, though the last few years she hadn’t taken up a position, Jonathan wanting a wife who took care of the domestic tasks while he took care of providing for her.
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