A question... he did not ask her to go over there. He asked if she wanted to.
Her eyes widened, though Arabella was certain he could not see. She wondered where Banks's boundaries lay. Arabella thought of the rosary around her neck, but that did not seem to matter much as she found herself rising and making her way toward the small door of the dark wooden confessional.
She opened the door and pulled it slowly. The beautiful woman tried to convince herself they were not going too far. It was just a bit of mischief between two people who apparently hadn't had much of a childhood.
The confessional was dim inside, illuminated only by the light filtering through the screen. Banks sat on the wooden bench, his right ankle propped on his left knee. His green eyes sparkled as they met her gaze.
