They drew my attention, and I noticed how the buttons on her chef’s tunic were straining ever so slightly at her breasts. I wanted desperately to whisk her away to some distant location, fall asleep with her in my arms, and wake up every morning to see her wearing one of my shirts. My bigger concern was Roger and how to handle him now that I knew for sure that he was the one who had kidnapped me. “My father taught me never to suggest anything illicit or illegal,” Astrid said. She could obviously see the surprise on my face because she broke out in a mild laugh. Of course, Astrid had been the personification of poise and tried to teach me everything she knew about stances, terrain, and which clubs were best for which situation. “We can continue this conversation later.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” I said, leaving her to finish her work. I followed after it. She’d been insightful regarding Hiro, after all. “Sounds like quite the gal,” Natalie said, her voice tinged with ice. “Marcus…”
Her voice was filled with emotion, and before she could get out whatever she was about to say, I pressed my lips to hers.
