“It was not romantic,” he answered, looking disgusted at the very idea.
“Yes, it was.” I batted my eyes at him, thoroughly enjoying the horrified look that flitted across his face at my next words. “A lesser woman might have swooned into his strong arms and begged him to make her his woman, but alas, what with him and Farrell insisting on trying to stretch me on some sort of equine rack, I had no chance to swoon and beg. Perhaps later?”
“I’m busy,” he said quickly, and almost ran back to where Vandal and Bliss were coming into the ring.
“That was fun.” I giggled to CJ as I watched him walk away. My mind went a little girlie on me there for a couple of seconds while it admired the natural saunter in his stride, not to mention the long line of his strong legs. Unfortunately his tunic hid
