Sinclair pulled both her hands into one of his and cupped her cheek in his palm. “I’m gratified by your interest in my person, but it’s nothing, really.”
At her growl of exasperation, he relented. “I may have overdone my physical training in the last day or so. And had a minor accident involving a wet bar of soap on the floor. But I am fine.” He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and lowered his voice. “Nothing will keep me from dancing with you tonight, my sweet, and holding you in my arms.”
“But your leg, you need to rest—”
“I will, tomorrow.” A devilish glint came into his eyes. “Consider that if you’d but marry me, I’d get a great deal of bed rest. Well, perhaps not rest, but we’d certainly spend plenty of time in bed.”
Shocked at his words, Quincy felt herself flush to the tips of
