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didn't relish carrying her camera bag, and her suitcase, a long distance. So she moved her toiletry bag, underwear, and a change of clothes into her camera bag. She could leave her suitcase behind, with her equipment, and carry the camera bag in, if needed. Violet hiked into places before, but never someone's home. She wondered again what she was getting into?
The plane landed smoothly, with barely a bump. Kolya opened the door and started giving orders to the ground crew. When Anton started to walk past, Violet stopped him and asked about the suitcase. He suggested they take it in the vehicle and then lock it in. One of the guys could hike out in a couple of days to get it. Anton went outside, and she was left waiting for Dmitry, who was changing in the bathroom.
Violet didn't know why she felt so nervous. She was a nice person. Meeting Dmitry’s family wouldn't be so bad. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her khaki pants. She wanted them to like her. She wanted a future with this caring man.
Dmitry walked out of the bathroom and Violet admired the view. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that showed off his broad, muscular chest. His hiking boots looked fairly new. She wondered why? Hopefully he wouldn't have problems walking in them. His black hair was slicked back. Violet wanted to run her fingers through it and mess it back up. He looked like a male model. Too bad she didn’t have time to take pictures. She felt a moment of pride in knowing he was her mate. But then she looked down at her old khaki pants and t-shirt. Her wavy hair was already trying to come lose from the braid she put it in. What did this gorgeous man see in her?
Dmitry swept her into his arms and held her a moment. Violet was glad she didn't have to explain herself. She knew he touched her mind and felt the turmoil inside. Like her, his first response was to comfort. Violet needed his strong arms around her. He made her feel safe and loved.
“Are you ready, lyubov moya ?” he asked quietly.
“Yes. But, could you hold me a moment longer?”
“I will hold you forever, Violet.” he murmured in her hair.
Violet rested for a minute, letting Dmitry hold her safe. He smelled fresh and woodsy. She thought how nice it would be to stay in his arms forever. But she wouldn’t take the coward’s way out. She sighed and pushed against him. “Let's go. It's already getting late.”
Dmitry didn't say anything. He took her hand and led her from the plane. He picked up her suitcase and put it in the old green four wheel drive truck waiting for them. Violet didn’t have any idea how four of them were going to fit. Next he picked up her camera bag and placed it behind the seat. Then he climbed in and reached down for her. He settled her across his lap and shut the door.
Violet saw the mischief in his eyes. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?” she accused him.
“Of course. My beautiful woman on my lap, how can I not enjoy it?”
Violet didn't try to be mad, she laughed.
He warned the ride would be uncomfortable. She didn't realize how bad. Anton climbed into the middle. Violet figured he was worse off, because the big stick shift was right between his legs. Then Kolya climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The truck rumbled and grumbled, but once it was in gear seemed to drive fine.
They drove through town heading west. As they hit the outskirts, Kolya stopped and ran into a little sandwich shop. He returned with four sandwiches and four bottles of water. The guys laughed and talked about people, whose names Violet didn't know. She ate her sandwich and drank about half of her water, then settled in for the ride. She draped an arm around Dmitry’s neck, and tried not to let her teeth get rattled out of her head.
The roads were definitely not in good shape. There were places where the pavement seemed
The plane landed smoothly, with barely a bump. Kolya opened the door and started giving orders to the ground crew. When Anton started to walk past, Violet stopped him and asked about the suitcase. He suggested they take it in the vehicle and then lock it in. One of the guys could hike out in a couple of days to get it. Anton went outside, and she was left waiting for Dmitry, who was changing in the bathroom.
Violet didn't know why she felt so nervous. She was a nice person. Meeting Dmitry’s family wouldn't be so bad. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her khaki pants. She wanted them to like her. She wanted a future with this caring man.
Dmitry walked out of the bathroom and Violet admired the view. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that showed off his broad, muscular chest. His hiking boots looked fairly new. She wondered why? Hopefully he wouldn't have problems walking in them. His black hair was slicked back. Violet wanted to run her fingers through it and mess it back up. He looked like a male model. Too bad she didn’t have time to take pictures. She felt a moment of pride in knowing he was her mate. But then she looked down at her old khaki pants and t-shirt. Her wavy hair was already trying to come lose from the braid she put it in. What did this gorgeous man see in her?
Dmitry swept her into his arms and held her a moment. Violet was glad she didn't have to explain herself. She knew he touched her mind and felt the turmoil inside. Like her, his first response was to comfort. Violet needed his strong arms around her. He made her feel safe and loved.
“Are you ready, lyubov moya ?” he asked quietly.
“Yes. But, could you hold me a moment longer?”
“I will hold you forever, Violet.” he murmured in her hair.
Violet rested for a minute, letting Dmitry hold her safe. He smelled fresh and woodsy. She thought how nice it would be to stay in his arms forever. But she wouldn’t take the coward’s way out. She sighed and pushed against him. “Let's go. It's already getting late.”
Dmitry didn't say anything. He took her hand and led her from the plane. He picked up her suitcase and put it in the old green four wheel drive truck waiting for them. Violet didn’t have any idea how four of them were going to fit. Next he picked up her camera bag and placed it behind the seat. Then he climbed in and reached down for her. He settled her across his lap and shut the door.
Violet saw the mischief in his eyes. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?” she accused him.
“Of course. My beautiful woman on my lap, how can I not enjoy it?”
Violet didn't try to be mad, she laughed.
He warned the ride would be uncomfortable. She didn't realize how bad. Anton climbed into the middle. Violet figured he was worse off, because the big stick shift was right between his legs. Then Kolya climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The truck rumbled and grumbled, but once it was in gear seemed to drive fine.
They drove through town heading west. As they hit the outskirts, Kolya stopped and ran into a little sandwich shop. He returned with four sandwiches and four bottles of water. The guys laughed and talked about people, whose names Violet didn't know. She ate her sandwich and drank about half of her water, then settled in for the ride. She draped an arm around Dmitry’s neck, and tried not to let her teeth get rattled out of her head.
The roads were definitely not in good shape. There were places where the pavement seemed
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