He kissed her slowly, deeply. Claiming her in front of Verity. At least, that’s how it started. As Rune softened, and her hand slid up his chest, he forgot their audience entirely—just as Rune remembered it. She pushed against him, halting the kiss, and stepped out of his reach. “Buttercups are my favorite,” she whispered, breathless and walking backward. “But daisies are also acceptable.” The corner of Gideon’s mouth turned up. “Noted.”
