"If something interested me, perhaps. But it doesn't. This salmon now, this pork tart?" Not to mention the door. Remember?
"Very well. Then I'll just have to come to-"
The log cracked open in the fire. Dear God, never mind hearing his words, she didn't want him over here, parading about naked whatever his body was really like. She hadn't exactly seen all of it yet. Been possessed by it maybe. But that was--all wasn't the word to use. Not given the sudden electric tingle between her legs.
She shrugged. "Oh, you do what you want, Lord Hawley. I hope you think I'm interested in your naked parade."
"Well seeing as you say so, Cassidy."
Her hair stood on end as he swung his feet to the floor-it felt as if it did anyway.Why the hell had she said what she had when his body was such a thing
