As he settled back, his thoughts turned to the amethyst-eyed witch who’d wormed her way into his bed and his heart. Now, there was someone who appreciated his efforts at humor. A vision popped into his head, of Amy laughing the loudest when the prank was played on her. Her color high, her rosy lips parted… He shook his head to clear the image. He’d known from the start that Amy’s request for a few days in London had been little more than a ploy to stay with him longer. But, hell, he hadn’t been ready to part with her, either.
