“That sounds . . . reasonable.” His face cleared.
“That’s how I see it, at least.” I slid my hand up his arm. “Not that I intended on doing this at all, because despite what you overheard me saying at the welcome meeting, I really wasn’t planning on getting involved with anyone. But I like you. I like the way you talk, and you look really good in Edwardian clothing.”
He smiled, and I felt as if my body was bathed in sunshine. “I like you as well. I never know what you’re going to say.”
“I get that from my dad, unfortunately.” I made a little face. “I’m never going to hear the end of it if he hears that after all my protesting we ended up in bed together. If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep it quiet.”
“I have no objection,” he said, dipping his head now to gently nibble on my neck. “I’m
