“Cute? No.” His eyes gleamed in the candlelight, taking her in. “No, I wouldn’t say that.” She ran her fingers lightly down the edge of his lapel. “How would you describe me, then?” Gideon stayed silent, watching her fingers. Rune hated this part of the game. The flirtatious touching—which inevitably led to kissing—was always the last, most desperate step in obtaining information.
