Sneering at his exaggeration, Lyla only smiled when he mirrored her growl in a fake mocking. “I wear clothes that are comfortable,” she said. “I don’t have a figure that—”
His eyes widened with interest. “Oh, I can’t wait for you to finish that sentence. Malloy, you have an amazing figure and if you say anything else, you’re just flat-out lying to me… Why would you lie to your husband?”
Her smile got wider because this was the kind of teasing she could handle. “It’s not that I don’t have a figure, it’s just… I don’t see why everyone else has to see my body all the time and it… it changes things.”
“What changes things?” he asked. Lyla was surprised that he appeared genuinely interested in what she was saying. “Your body?” She nodded. “Because when people see you have a killer body they…”
