Matt restrained his amusement because it was apparent the situation had riled his lady. “We can do that,” he said once he had his reaction under control. “We should wait for at least an hour. That way, if the person watching you came from the Walsh farm, they’ll have time to settle.”
“Makes sense.” Ada glanced down at her pale blue T-shirt. “I need cat-burglar clothes. I’ll find something suitable.”
“You don’t have time to kiss me?” Matt teased, loving this bloodthirsty side of her. Normally, she remained stoic and kept her emotions close. Her grip had slipped its mooring tonight, and she’d fired up, ready for action.
Ada stopped mid-step and pivoted toward him. A shy smile burst into prominence, driving off the flash of her temper. “I could do that.”
“Come here,” he whispered, his gaz
