“We both know you were drooling.” I lift her easily onto the horse then climb up behind her. “I was not.” She takes the reins and guides Belinda through the busy street, carts and people passing with no care for getting struck or crushed. “You were. But there’s no need to argue. We’re in the city of love, after all.” “Where we just bought weapons.” She pats her sword. “And you got hot watching me use mine.”
