He laughed at her appearance. “You are out of practice, chérie.”
“Excuse me?”
“You used to be able to get cleaned up and come out to me looking ready to tackle the world. Right now, you appear every bit ready to take a walk of shame back to your room.”
She grabbed a throw pillow off the sofa and whacked him with it. “Walk of shame?”
“Do you remember some of the things we did this morning? You need to spend some time in church for the wicked things you begged me to do. Definitely shameful.”
“A church would collapse on you if you set foot in it,” she hit him again with the pillow fighting the tugging of a smile at her lips.
“It seems we are both sinful,” he winked at her from where he sat on the sofa. “Match made in heaven?”
“Or hell,” she quipped and headed for the elevator swiping t
