“You can’t just sit in a man’s lap and kiss his neck, Rosewood!” She blinked at him, breathing quickly as he dragged a hand through his hair. “And why not? That is precisely what happens at Biltmore—” “That’s Biltmore!” he snapped. “This is here, in my house!” Her eyes were wide as she watched him move toward the exit. “What is your problem? We’re practicing—!” “You cannot be this dense,” he muttered,
