Jo’s brows rise. “Kinky.” He speaks calmly. “If it were kinky, I’d be enjoying it more.” She snorts and readjusts her backpack strap. “How many times have you used that line?” “It’s not a line.” He studies her in a quick sweep. “Believe me, you’d know if I was using a line on you.” Intrigue sparks her brown eyes. “Why is that?” “Because you’d already be in my bed.”
