“Ah,” he said. “Of course. The farm.” For some reason, it seemed like her answer amused him. “Something funny?” Tem prompted. “Certainly not,” he rearranged his expression until it resembled neutrality. “I just can’t picture you on a farm.” His eyes went to her breasts. They’d been going there all night, but now they lingered. “Surprising,” Tem shot back, “considering you act like a pig.” Leo let out another deep laugh. The meaner she was to him, the more he seemed to enjoy himself. “I can’t help it if I like what I see.” “You’re only seeing it because you chose this dress.”
