“Come play with me, Grace.”
There he was, too close for comfort, breathing wicked invitations into her ear and making things low inside her turn heated.
She turned her head to see him near her, dressed for the outdoors, complete with a rather ancient knitted cap pulled down over the tips of his ears. Her chuckle popped out before she could stop it.
“I know. But it’s cold out there. My ears might freeze, so I really need to wear it.” His look was beseeching. “They wouldn’t if you were there…”
“My presence would not affect your ears either way, Perry, and you know it.” She sighed. “I have a brother, don’t forget. If I put one foot outside, I’d be hit with a barrage of snowballs you’d accumulated during the time it took me to put my boots on. Thank you, but no. I’m staying indoors for the moment.”
“Damn Max. He’s betrayed our gender.” Perry rolled his eyes. “Never mind, love.” He leaned even closer. “Let’s play later.Muchlater.” His breath teased her ear as he closed the gap and dropped a quick kiss on her cheek.
“Play?” she whispered.
“A game for two, Grace. You and me.”
With a waggle of his eyebrows he took himself off, opening the French doors, ducking a snowball cleverly aimed by Jonathan Muir, and bursting into laughter.
Grace pressed her hands into her bodice and tried to quell the leap of her heart. Along with the urge to run after him and answeryes, please. I want to play. With you.
