“Argue? Moi?” I tried hard to look innocent. “I don’t argue. I debate.”
“Ha.” He snorted.
“Well, all right, maybe just a little, but only because it’s so much fun with you. I love it when you get indignant. I can’t help but want to kiss you when you have that outraged look on your face.”
He gave me a long-suffering look, shaking his head. “I never know what you’re going to say next.”
“It’s the element of surprise—it keeps you off balance,” I said, grinning and waggling my eyebrows suggestively. “The better to sweep you off your feet.”
He tried to look stern, but failed miserably. “That’s my job, Pepper. I’m the strong knight; you’re the delicate, gentle lady. Thus, if anyone is going to be swept off her feet, you will be. Once you have that straight in your mind, there won’t be anythi
