Landon took a jagged breath. Keelan fought to refocus his kiss was as potent and intoxicating as wine. Past his shoulder, Orion stood grazing next to her bonnet and Hart’s discarded boots.
Wait. She’d been drowning, and he paused long enough to take off his...
Her jaw unhinged. It was a moment before she could speak. “How long did it take you to remove those boots?” She almost spoke the words evenly, but couldn’t keep herself from leveling a furious stare at him.
He glanced back at the shiny, black boots lying in the grass. “I had those specially made by an Italian cobbler. I find the left one a bit snug, but it’ll stretch in time.” He turned his attention back to her. “Why do you ask?”
The bewildered words he used didn’t fool her. He knew exactly what she’d meant. She spoke through cl
