‘Do you need volunteers?’ I ask Cal, trying to make my voice sound supportive rather than enthusiastic. ‘Like, to be auctioned off?’ He smiles wolfishly. ‘You bet we do. You game?’ ‘Hell, yeah,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Nice one. I’ll put you down.’ ‘I bet Belle would do it, too,’ I muse aloud. I’m amused beyond belief when Rafe practically shoots off the sofa. ‘Over my dead body,’ he growls which, you know, doesn’t seem like the most diplomatic thing to say given the circumstances.
