After a long hot shower, Dimi felt ready to begin again. It wasn’t the first time Miklos had told her he loved her. As a girl he considered a kid sister, he had said it to her from the day of her birth until she was well and truly a teenager. Once she’d gotten a bit older, it had been reserved for holidays and birthdays and always with a kiss to each cheek and a brotherly pat to the back, but not once had he ever said it to her in a romantic way.
She had a memory of her at five or six sitting on his lap while he was a teenager and telling her it didn’t matter the other kids at school were jerks because she would always have him to take care of her and love her. When she was twelve and she’d crashed the moped her father had bought for her he’d bandaged her up, kissed her booboos and told h
