“About last night,” he said slowly, his tone soft and hesitant. “I must apologize for… for what I did.”
“s******g me like a child and then kissing me… and all that followed?” she asked. Neither of them moved. The air felt suddenly charged, as if a building storm was above them.
“Well…” His lips twitched as he fought off a devilish smile. “I only apologize for my tone when I spoke to you. I stand by all the rest, hellcat.” Trystan released her hips and they walked toward the ruins. The way he said hellcat this time was less of an insult and more of an endearment.
tone“Yet you s*****d me like a child!” she protested.
“That had nothing to do with treating you like a child. I know full well you are a grown woman.” Trystan’s voice deepened and Bridget shivered, but not from fear.
“Then wha
