“I love you,” Ilya murmured against Shane’s lips. “I love you too.” “But we are not having four children.” Shane laughed. “God no. Of course not.” “It would be too much. With the dogs.” “Um. I think you mean cat.” “I did not mean cat. Definitely not.” “How many dogs exactly?” “Some. Maybe one, to start. And then he needs a friend, so two. Maybe they don’t like each other so we get number three to be, um...” “A mediator?” “Okay. Maybe, yes.” “And if they don’t like that one?” “The fourth dog will—” Shane stepped out of Ilya’s arms. “No.”
