When she chuckled, he felt her chest move against his. “I suspect you are the only one who could keep me satisfied inothermanners as well.”
With a low growl, he lowered his lips to hers once more.
There was nothingsimpleabout this kiss.
When, gasping, they eventually straightened, they were both grinning. “So when can we leave, Olive?”
“Not quite yet, my love.”
He blinked, then frowned. “Ye dinnae want to marry me?”
“I dinnae want to leave Dumpkins yet,” she drawled in a credible imitation of his brogue, “until we have something to deliver to your estate.”
Understanding slowly dawned and he eased his hold on her, allowing them to step apart. “The goldensphaera.”
She nodded, her gaze darting around the fledgling dig site. “We need to find it, Phineas. So we can deliver it to your—our—collection. The perfect pair.”
Grinning at the “our,” Phin held out his hand to her. “The perfect pair,” he repeated. “Partners.”
“Partners,” she whispered softly, slipping her hand into his.
“Well then,partner…” He tugged her toward the grid she’d already staked out. “Let’s get digging!”
