“Men are not usually my thing, so that sounds like bullshit,” Raegan said, her face red, mortified that her emotions and thoughts were apparently splattered across a canvas for all to see instead of properly bottled up and stored out of sight. She turned to look at him, summoning as much disdain as she could. But the King met her gaze evenly, with no judgment or mocking in his eyes. “And I am not a man,” he replied.
