CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
“It is good to know you can handle yourself quite well in danger,” Liam began, breaking the silence between them. He had long gotten rid of the icepack, the pain of the bite subsiding though there were still marks of Vicky’s teeth on his palm.
“It was just an impulsive move,” she replied as she added in rather softened voice,” I have some French wine, if you’d fancy that,”
“Oh, I would love that,” he said with a smile, Vicky’s finding herself transfixed by how attractive it was.
Shaking that though out of her head, she padded across the room to where she stashed all her wine. As contradicting as it sounded, she was not really a huge fan of wine but she still had a stellar collection of them. She ran her gaze over the different bottles before picking out o
