Geraldine turned to walk away, and my lips parted as Max caught her arm to stop her. He moved into her personal space, lowering his tone as if he didn’t want us to hear. “Come on, you have to admit how good it was. Come to mine tonight so I can remind you.” “I have a date with a fine gentlefae tonight. I expect he’ll see to Lady Petunia’s needs just fine.” “Which Fae?” Max demanded. “And why would I tell you that?” “Because I’m gonna break his legs,” Max growled.
