“As if you spend much time thinking about anything,” Raul snapped back. Liking the old, somewhat crotchety man, my lips curved into a smile. “Are you seriously smiling at him after he just suggested that I don’t have a brain?” Casteel demanded in mock-offense. “I am under the impression he suggested you don’t use your brain often,” I told him. “Not that you don’t have one. And, yes, I am smiling at him. I like him.” “Her Highness has good taste.” Raul nodded in my direction. “Not counting the taste that got you standing next to that one.” I laughed again. “Trust me, I have questioned that.”
