*Rapunzel*
I glance around the table; conversations swirl, yet no one notices that I and the Alpha prince are ignoring polite dinner conversation, completely absorbed in each other. He just snatched my hand again and is caressing it with his thumb!
I drag my mind away from the whispering touch of his fingers. "Let's drop literature for a moment, and try for rational conversation. Are you informing me that you intend to be one of those men who routinely accuses his mate of unfaithfulness?"
"No." He gives me a wry smile. "I'm talking bilge, aren't I?"
"Perhaps a bit," I acknowledge.
"We Scots are pigheaded fools," he admits, altogether too cheerfully for my liking.
I nod toward Layla, who is bending toward her dinner companion, her bosom brushing his sleeve. "I am not amused by that s
