Freya stared at him in openmouthed astonish ment. "You plan on being with me where?" "Wherever you are."
She had ordered her lager only as a prop, an ex
cuse to be in the pub. Now she took a healthy swal
low of the warm beer, aware that Alex was watching
her, that faint smile still curving his mouth.
She set her mug back down, cleared her throat. and said fatalistically. "All right, I'll bite. How do you plan to work this being with me wherever I am?"
"It's very simple. Whatever you plan to do, I'll do it with you.
He wasn't making a threat or even a promise, she thought. It was a quiet statement of fact. Still, she couldn't resist a little jab. "I bet your plants grow real well in Texas, Mr. Tanner. You certainly can spread a fine field of . . . fertilizer."
His rich, masculine la
