He gave me a wink and looked back at the entrance to the kitchen. “Come on, milaya moyna.” I looked at Kostya and felt this flutter in my belly every time he said that endearment. Oh, God, this would be the worst thing I’d ever done, and honestly it wasn’t even that bad. He’d done it more than once, against my wishes, but Kostya was protective of me. I knew he’d take the fall if I got caught. Besides, if you get caught I’ll take the blame.” There was a strange softening in his eyes that made my heart do funny things. “You know how spoiled you are,” he whispered and nudged me forward. Kostya had this little grin on his face and I couldn’t help but return it. “Your father won’t do anything but give you a scowl and a tap on the back of your hand,” he said softly, mischief in his voice. “My father will scold me if he finds out,” I whispered and stared with wide eyes at Kostya. In 2020, the Last American to Receive a Civil War Pension has Died
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