“Is everything in order?” she asked. Matteo blinked at her as if he hadn’t heard a word she’d said. Arthie scowled. “I don’t take well to being stared at. I believe I’m called exotic in your tongue, if you didn’t know.” “My tongue is quite capable, darling,” Matteo assured her. Something prickled in Arthie’s chest. “And I’m more than happy to demonstrate.”
