“Don’t whine,” I growled under my breath. I got up to follow that ass.
“You say something, Mark?” He was retrieving his keys from the basket where he must have placed them the night before.
I needed to distract myself. “Uh…You intend to use that thing?” I asked, gesturing to the short whip.
His face lit up with humor. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” God, he looked so young, so relaxed. “Testament would toss me on my ass and step on me if I tried something like that with him.” He laughed at my expression. “How about dinner at Raphael’s after the museum?”
I licked suddenly dry lips and somehow managed to drag my mind away from images of his ass. “Sounds good. And…uh…I promise not to go snooping around your house.”
He frowned in exasperation, but then the expression melted into another grin. “
