“Your singing can be used as a torture method, but you’ve a fine laugh.” His voice smoothed to a silky rumble. “You should laugh more often.” Martise blushed at the unexpected compliment. “Thank you. You sometimes make me laugh.” She hastily corrected herself in case he misconstrued her comment. “Not at you, of course.” “No, of course not.” Amusement threaded his voice.
The chemistry is *chef’s kiss* There are entire SERIES with less chemistry brewing than these two have developed in a mere 100 pages
