A strong arm caught him around the chest. Roxanne had leapt to his aid. She hefted him upright, and for a moment they were face to face again.
He captured her gaze once more, and this time she didn’t look away. He was usually great at reading people, but he could glean no secrets from her sparkling eyes.
“Why are you being so difficult?” he whispered.
“You haven’t seen me when I’m difficult. This is me being nice.”
His lips twitched. With their bodies were so close, it was only natural that his arm should find its way around her waist. “Why are you being nice? I thought you had a bone to pick with me.”
“Oh, I do. But I can’t do that until you regain your strength. It wouldn’t be fair of me to pick a fight when your muscles have wasted away.”
“So your dastardly plan is to harass me an
