Page 52 of Tamed By Her Touch

“Fine,” she said. “Lissa'ra is nice. I suppose I can live with that.”

Kaelus's golden eyes remained on hers.

“It suits you,” he rumbled.

Clair's stomach performed an irritating little somersault. She shouldn’t be feeling this way about the big grumpy Hybrid—especially since she’d sworn off men and sex for good.

She looked down at the questionnaire on her tablet again.

“All right, moving right along before this gets weird,” she mumbled.

“I believe it became weird some time ago,” Kaelus pointed out. “However, weirdness is unavoidable if you insist on asking and answering such intimate questions.”

“That's probably true.” Clair cleared her throat. “Moving on…what do we argue about most?”

“The laboratory,” they both said at the same time.

Clair burst out laughing, glad for the release of tension.

The corners of Kaelus's mouth twitched up.

“You smiled!” she accused.

At once, he frowned.

“I did not.”

“You did. I saw it. Mister Grumpypants smiled!”

“You are hallucinating from excessive caffeine,” he countered.

“And you're full of crap,” Clair said, grinning.

He shook his head.

“I do not understand that expression.”

“I know.”

Still smiling, Clair went to the next question. But when she read it, she froze. Maybe they ought to skip this one.

Unfortunately, Kaelus noticed her hesitation.

“What?” he asked, frowning. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Clair said quickly, trying to hide the tablet.

His golden eyes narrowed.

“You have asked every other ridiculous question on that list of yours. Why are you stopping now?”

Clair cleared her throat.

“Because this one might be… a little personal.”

His brows rose.

“More personal than discussing where we sleep?”