"Goodness. Your winter evenings must be really terrible, if that is all your people have to entertain them."
"Oh, we have ways of relieving them."
They did. She could tell by the heavy way he breathed what they were too. And it wasn't the ways last night had been relieved with him either.
"Really?" She quelled the unexpected desire to throw herself at his feet and beg for mercy and instead offered her most ingenuous stare. "And do they involve the sort of thing we did last night?"
He slammed down his brows. "Well, maybe they damn well might, if you didn't have marks older than Methuselah there you weren't so damned determined to lie about."
"Me? Lie?"
"Through your teeth. Maybe even through your backside the shit you're talking."
"What?"
"Maybe if you could explain exactly how this horse managed to drag you along the ground--"
She huffed out a breath.? "I think I just did.Although it's plainly not good enough for you.But maybe that's what this is all about--"