Cassius knew her. Somehow, in just the few days that he’d been there, in the few times they’d spoken, he’d come to understand her. Kit wanted to confide everything to him but didn’t think standing in the hallway in front of her guards was the right place. With a deep breath, she asked, “Would you like to come inside for a bit?”
A wicked grin spread across his face, and his green eyes twinkled. “Would I?” he asked, his hands already on her upper arms before he finished speaking.
Kit let out a quiet giggle. “You know we are bound by law not to do anything… impulsive.”
“Oh, I’ve given it enough thought there would be no impulsivity involved.”
She snickered. “All right—immodest then. Inappropriate?”
“Sexual?”
“That, too.” Kit felt her face heat up.
“I promise I shall mind my manners.” He looked at the guards, both of which seemed leery of letting him pass, but when Kit took his hand and led him inside, they said nothing. She closed the door behind them.
