No more tubs for me." I jumped off the bed and pulled on a pair of Pack sweats. "They make me lose all sense."
Curran sprawled on the bed with a big self-satisfied smile. "Want to know a secret?"
"Sure."
"It's not the bathtub, baby."
Well, aren't we smug. I picked up the corner of the lowest mattress and made a show of looking under it.
"What are you looking for?"
"A pea Your Majesty."
"What?"
"You heard me."
I jumped back as he lunged and his fingers missed me by an inch.
"Getting slow in your old age."
"I thought you liked it slow."
A flashback to last night mugged me and my mind executed a full stop.
He laughed. "Ran out of snappy comebacks?"
"Hush. I'm trying to think of one.

Autor: Ilona Andrews

No more tubs for me." I jumped off the bed and pulled on a pair of Pack sweats. "They make me lose all sense."<br />Curran sprawled on the bed with a big self-satisfied smile. "Want to know a secret?"<br />"Sure."<br />"It's not the bathtub, baby."<br />Well, aren't we smug. I picked up the corner of the lowest mattress and made a show of looking under it.<br />"What are you looking for?"<br />"A pea Your Majesty."<br />"What?"<br />"You heard me."<br />I jumped back as he lunged and his fingers missed me by an inch.<br />"Getting slow in your old age."<br />"I thought you liked it slow."<br />A flashback to last night mugged me and my mind executed a full stop.<br />He laughed. "Ran out of snappy comebacks?"<br />"Hush. I'm trying to think of one. - Ilona Andrews


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