Her smile was impish. "I'm good, aren't I? I think I might be really good."
Jarek tried not to drool as she stretched luxuriously, then her expression changed to serious. She spoke quietly. "I need to tell you that I may do something you don't approve of—but I'm going to do it. It's something I think that needs to be done, a very personal matter of a closure."
The contrast between sensuality and the warning stunned him. Would she go to Lars and—? "Tell me."
"Oh, you'll know soon enough. It's something I need to do as a woman, something very personal. But what you have to remember, other than this, is that I love you. And don't worry, I'm not attempting to settle with Lars or anyone like him by myself."
"Come here," he whispered rawly, his pulses humming and hot as Leigh stood slowly, very properly folded her napkin and fluffed her hair, and then came to sit on his lap.
