Melinda was surprised by the small smile that appeared on her lips. That warm feeling at hearing that Viktor thought she would have liked Mikhail and that he would have not just approved of the way she was with Tsveta, but loved it… it felt good. No, ‘good’ wasn’t the right word. It was bigger than that. It warmed her, it touched her, and somehow it made her see that she wasn’t just falling for Viktor; she already had. He had loved this man, who sounded like an amazing human being, and now he had let her into his life, into his children’s lives.
“He sounds like someone I would have liked,” she smiled softly, “and he fathered a wonderful daughter.” Leaning in, she kissed him slowly. “Thank you,” she whispered.