“I’m thinking the white,” she pondered with scrutiny. When he didn’t respond, she slid her eyes to him, her smile turning into a grin. “You’re blushing, General! Have you never seen a woman’s lacy wears before?” Reylan scowled at her, which only added to her growing amusement. Faythe rolled her eyes playfully, turning to leave. “Men never do care… I don’t know why we bother.” “The red.”
