“Well, you dropped your skirt in front of me once, Nina Harrow. By all means, do it again.” I whacked him, my hand glancing the back of his head. “You disappoint me,” he said happily. “That deserved a closed fist, at the very least. One of these days, I’ll teach you to hit me properly.” “Keep talkin’ and it’ll surely come to me.” “Ah, there’s that Scurry mouth.” He tied off the rope with a flourish. “Like cornering a feral cat.”
