“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.” “I thought you said you weren’t offended.” “And I thought you said you’d make it up to me.” “So I did.”
