“I can’t believe you said that!” He chuckled, his hand stroking up her back. “If we offended him, I feel bad for his female.” “Why’s that?” Hunter hooked a finger under her chin, lifting her face to look at him. Avery lowered her hand, flattening it to his chest, and met his gaze. “Because he is more concerned with what is proper than showering her with unbridled affection,” he said, his voice thick and sultry.
