He looks pleased. “I knew all the working out would pay off.” “I’ll bet you’re admired by all women in the vicinity when you pump iron.” I wince a little at how jealous and possessive I sound. But I can’t help it. Matt is mine, damn it. If I were King Kong—I can’t think of anything cuter, prettier, but at the same time just as fearsome this early in the morning—I’d be roaring and pounding my chest over him every time a woman got near. Matt sniffs tragically. “Yes. Only as a piece of meat.”
