
The Hero:
“You
look as if you’re feeling better and…more flexible,” Alicia told
He smiled and shifted from his back
onto his side, turning towards her, propping himself up on an elbow.
“Flexible?
Is that what you really wanted to say?”
She held her ground, immobilized,
said stiffly, “Yes. Flexible.”
“Not ruggedly handsome, manly,
gorgeous? Breathtaking? All of the above?” he teased.
Was the miserable lout actually
laughing at her? Maybe, maybe not. But he was definitely fishing for a
compliment, feeling her out, or testing her. Something. And he
unwittingly
played with fire.
“You might be a little cute, but you
don’t need me massaging your ego. I’m sure you have plenty of women
back in the
grand state of
He placed his large, warm hand on
her hip, and she stiffened, shivering. “You sound a little jealous.”
She reached up and brushed his hand from her hip where it singed her.
Ridiculous, she thought, that such a slight touch could do such devastating things to her traitorous body.