“No...no, you don’t. I’m just...not used to that,” she tried to explain.
“Hmm, you make me wonder how many boyfriends you’ve had, and how inept they were,” Bryan said under his breath, but Becka still heard him.
Before answering, she took a few seconds to think, tilting her head to the side in a gesture he had noticed earlier and found endearing. “I think there were four, and yes, they were clumsy and went directly for the kill.”
“And what did you say?” he asked, holding her gaze with interest. He could imagine his little hellion crush the laughable attempts of horny teenagers.
“Of course, I said no,” she answered haughtily.
“But not always,” Bryan surmised. He was a realist, after all.
“Why not?” Becka shrugged. “Believe me, they didn’t worth the bother,” she replied and scowled at
