Chapter Twenty
‘I can only imagine what Harry is saying to the media right now.’
Dan wound his arms around her stomach from behind. ‘He’s in his element, that’s for sure. You know, I like you in khaki, but I love you in jeans.’ He nuzzled her ear and kissed her gently on her nape. His heady, musky, totally masculine scent drifted from his clothing and she let it fill her lungs. Victoria leant backwards, her back to his chest, scissored between his legs, and let his body warmth envelop her. He wrapped her securely in his arms and she resettled her arms over his, feeling several cuts and grazes still healing. She lifted his hand and kissed a long scratch.
‘Remind me never to go on a midnight hunt with you again.’
‘You told me you loved being out there,’ she said.
She felt the rumble of
