Abe bent his head and brushed his lips across hers, an electric, tickling touch that made every hair on her nape stand up. He did not touch her or try to deepen the caress, but simply tucked her hand under his arm again and walked on.
“You are a wise woman to trust the innocent judgement of a child over your own fears.”
“I did not say I was afraid of you.” Her mouth trembled and she pressed her lips together. A proper kiss she could have dealt with. She would have returned it as an equal and then, as she always did, have made it very clear that nothing would follow. A crude attempt to do more she could have dealt with too. She had no scruple about kneeing a man in the groin or biting an ear or whatever unladylike manoeveur was necessary to leave him gasping on the ground in fear of his m
