“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”
I tiptoe past the line of hedges. There I see Lincoln standing in his black leather pants and…Nothing else. They hang low on his hips, showing off the vee of muscle below his stomach. Whoa. Desire zings through my system.
Lincoln eyes me from head to toe, his gaze lingering on my legs. “Now we’re both a bit exposed.”
I gesture to him in a ‘hey you’re not wearing a shirt’ kind of way. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” It’s not like half the thrax aren’t partying nearby.
“Why not? I won’t return to the ball.” True, and I’m probably about to ruin his tunic to boot.
Grinning, Lincoln kicks the pile of chain mail with his bare foot. “Plus, this stuff weighs a ton.” He links his arms across his chest. “And I was promised some trouble, remember?”
That settles
