"I suppose it would probably boost your ego to know that your remark made me worry all day long?" Sarah said.
He grinned. "At least you were thinking of me, right?"
Sarah shrugged. She supposed she could not very well deny that she had been. "So I am not actually going to have to fight you off tonight?"
"Of course not." He turned away from her just as the waiter approached. "I will have a beer. In the bottle, no glass. And the lady will have white wine," Ryan said.
As the waiter moved away, Ryan turned back to her and continued smoothly, "I mean we had a deal, right? I said I would get you out of Damien's house in one piece and without letting him touch you. As I recall, what you said you would do in return did not include fighting me off."
Sarah did not answer. She could not. Althoug
