His nostrils flared. He nodded, his eye burning as it traveled her throat and flickered briefly to her bosom. It didn’t linger, however. “We’ll discuss this more at dinner.” His arm retreated. He rubbed his nape and backed up with a grimace. “I smell like the coos.” She couldn’t help it. She laughed. He didn’t. Rather, he stared down at her with dark intensity. “Apologies.” She covered her mouth with her fingertips and peeked up at him. “I wasn’t laughing at you. I just adore the way you say cow.” “Coo?” She giggled. Nodded. The slightest quirk of his mouth lifted the scar. “Highland coos
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