He only just managed to stop from throwing her bodily over his rear leg and into a face-plant that would certainly have broken something more critical than a napkin holder. She yelped, stumbled and they both went down. Fletcher twisted, got one hand out in time to absorb some of the impact, and then they were lying in a tangle of arms and legs. Sarah struggled wildly against him, panting with shock and effort.
The smart thing to do would have been to let her go, but he didn’t. He fought back, grappling with her until he could trap her arms. Sarah kicked at him with a look of grim determination on her face. Fletcher pinned her by sitting on her stomach and holding her hands down above her head.
“Let…me…go!”
Instead, he leaned down and kissed her.
She gasped, heaving furiously under him,
