“It’s my job,” I said stiffly, and his hand paused its movement. I immediately wanted to kick myself. “That came out wrong. Obviously, I care for you. Quite a bit.” His fingers resumed their hypnotic path through my curls. “Quite a bit, huh? Wow, you do flatter me so.” I gently kicked him with my leg. “Careful with that cheek.” His laugh vibrated against my back as he drew me impossibly close. “Or what?”
