“You win.” I roll my eyes, causing him to chuckle.
After a pause, he asks, “Have you ever shot anything?”
“No.”
I’m shocked, and he grins. “Hit another person in a fight?”
“Of course not.”
“What about stealing?”
“Definitely not, unless borrowing one of my sister’s dresses counts.”
“Not even close, baby girl.”
His wicked grin curls like a warm blanket around my heart, and I wonder why I am drawn like a moth to the light to an obviously wicked soul.
“I doubt you’ve killed anything, animal or human.”
“Never.”
I can’t believe he is even asking, and he shakes his head.
“You are not a sinner, Rose.”
“But you are.”
My voice shakes, and he nods. “All my life. Perhaps I should be the one knocking on the convent door to save me from myself.”
His tone is light, and I shake my head, wishing it weren’t this easy to smile around him. He is bad for me, extremely off limits, and yet that is part of the attraction. He fascinates me in every way and is the most interesting person I’ve ever met.
The most devastatingly attractive, sinful man I’ve ever met.
“So, it appears that we are husband and wife now. Obviously there was a wedding on that plane that I must have slept through.”
“Idiot.”
I glance at the bare finger where a wedding ring should be right now, and a strange flutter to my heart tells me I would love it to be his ring. I’m a little shocked at that because I decided a long time ago that I would marry God and not a man and yet since meeting Julius Ravera, those thoughts are blurred.
“What happens next?”
I attempt to divert my lustful thoughts concerning this man because I can’t even begin to allow them to creep inside my mind.
“We head to the nearest town and equip ourselves with clothes, food and the necessities.”
“What town? We appear to be in the middle of nowhere.”
“It’s programmed into the sat nav and–” He peers at the screen. “We will be there in thirty minutes.”
He adds, “There was a closer town to the airfield, but it was heading in the wrong direction. Spain, apparently, is this way.”
“Spain?”
A shiver of excitement reminds me of the adventure we’re on, and he remarks, “I’ve never been to Spain. What about you?”
I cast my mind back to a childhood that involved traveling to many places, Spain being one of them.
“Our father had a house there. It was off the coast near Barcelona.”
