Page 149 of About Love and Revenge

Odin avoids traveling as much as he can these days, and I love the fact that our family eats almost every meal together. I think we both had this need to form a core, to be part of a whole.

“Alone at last,” he says, smiling, and I don't waste a second before I fly into the warmth of his arms.

“Yeah, I think they're all asleep now.”

He picks me up—even after all these years, he hasn't lost that habit—and heads to our room. “I have an idea. Some ideas, to be honest.”

“Ideas? Will I like them?”

He nibbles my ear and smiles. “Oh, I bet you will.”

“Do these ideas involve the two of us naked?”

“So naughty, my Greek goddess.”He’s given me a bunch of nicknames, some in Norwegian, which I don't even understand; I can't guess which one he’ll use on any given day.

“What can I say? You’ve turned me into an addict to your body.”

“I like this addiction of yours. I don't want you to heal.”

“I don't need healing. In fact”—I kiss his chin—“I think I need another dose of my Odin.”

“Have I told you how much I love you today?”

“Not enough.”

“I love you, my Elina. You and our children are my wealth. I can never be grateful enough to God.”

“I never imagined a life like our love has given me, Odin. If there's someone who should be grateful, it's me.”

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