I whisper, “Killian?”
“Aye, lass?”
“If I asked you to give a million dollars to the Red Cross, would you do it?”
“Of course.” Thoughtful pause. “Are you asking?”
“I think so. Yes.”
“Done.”
“Okay. Thank you.” It’s my turn to pause. “How will I know?”
His voice turns warm. “I’ll think of something. Any other charitable donations you’d like me to make, while we’re on the topic?”
Thinking, I run my finger around and around that fascinating little indentation in the middle of his hard belly. I resist the urge to lean down and stroke it with my tongue. “Um. Probably? But…”
I feel his attention sharpen. “But what?”
“Never mind. It’ll sound weird.”
“If you think I’ll let this go now, you don’t know me at all.”
Sighing, I say, “Fine. What I’d like you to do instead of another charitable
