took a large bite. “No deal.” I narrowed my eyes. “Then what will you swear on?” A sensual smile settled on his lips. “I swear on a kiss that, as your thieving partner, I will not trick you into any deals.” “Or riddle me into insanity.” “Oh, love,” he crooned, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his mouth softly to my stomach, “that requires far more than a kiss.”
