“Your opinion of me is more favorable than you let on.” Tem rolled her eyes. “And how do you know that?” “I’m here, aren’t I? You let me stay.” “You were a damsel in distress. I had to.” “You chose to, and I am very grateful.” Tem rolled her eyes again. His hand was still on her thigh. “Don’t get used to it,” she whispered. He smiled again, flashing those gold teeth. “I certainly won’t.”
