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This time, she went directly to the kitchen and put the kettle on for tea

“I am not thirsty,” he said from behind her

“I want tea”And time to talk , she added silently

His dark brow rose, but he bowed slightly “Then we shall have tea”

“You’refun of me”

“I a you It is not the same”

“I see Why are you hu me?”

“For obvious male reasons I hope to sweeten your temperament toward me so that I may have my wicked ith you”

She laughed “I think you know you can seduce me without a pot of tea first”

“But I prefer not to seduce”

“You want me to offer myself?”

“Is that so bad?”

She shrugged She didn’t suppose it was, but she frowned anyway “You think indulging before bed will make me more inclined to invite you to share mine?”

“I will do my best to convince you”

“I thought you weren’t out to seduce me”

“Reht is hardly a seduction”

Right “And that’s your plan, to remind me?”

“And entice you with thoughts of what tonight could bring”

Luckily for her already heating libido, the teakettle whistled and she ju a pot of herbal tea that would not keep either of the Sandor would effectively do so anyway

They were sitting at her small 1950s restored yellow Formica kitchen table when she broached the subject of his dad “Have you ever considered finding your father?”

Sandor’s body tensed “I suppose it was too much to expect that my time on the phone would not provide the opportunity for Maht What happened, did she drag out the sorry tale of how randfather beat James Foster and chased him away?”

“You’re uncannily prescient” She grinned teasingly, wanting to keep it light, but not sure that was going to be a possibility with the look on his face “I don’t suppose you were eavesdropping?”