“We’re going through a lot of wine, pal.” “Safe and snug at home.” The mists of Ireland wove through his voice. “Something I intend to take advantage of in a bit of time.” “Is that so? Freeze screen,” she ordered, and rolled on top of him. So ridiculously gorgeous, she thought, with the carved-by-benevolent-gods face, the sculpted mouth, the wildly blue eyes. “No time like the right now.” She took that sculpted mouth, slid her free hand into the mane of black that framed his face.
