London blinked at Tuck’s sudden change of subject. It took her brain a moment to register what he was talking about. Heat pooled low in her belly as her own mind turned to things she’d thought about before those men had come up on them after dinner.
She’d almost thought about some of the things she wanted to do to him. Until now. Her mouth curved upward as she watched him from her seat on the couch.
“Mind if I change into something a little more… comfortable?”
One of Tuck’s brows shot up as he watched her a moment, his eyes skimming down her body the up again as if imagining what she might have in mind.
“Please do.”
London stood and went to her suitcase. She pulled out several things but kept the one she was actually changing into hidden among other things. She didn’t want to tip him
