“Your knight in shining armor is here.” She accepts it with a smirk. “Knight in shining armor,” she says in a playful, mocking tone. “I'm no damsel in distress.” “No, you aren’t,” I concede. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t sweep you off your feet.” My brows waggle and she lightly swats me with her free hand. “Let’s go, Casanova.”
