“You think about what I do when you’re not around?” “Careful, Little Fox.” He took a step forward. “You sound rather excited by the idea.” “I’m not, I assure you,” she said, wishing she didn’t sound so breathless. “I merely like the thought that I torment you as much as you torment me.” Jacks flashed one of his dimples, making him look deceptively charming. “So you’re the one who thinks about what I do when you’re not around?” “Only because I know you’re up to no good.” “No good.” He laughed as he said the words. “I would hope you know by now that I’m up to far worse than just ‘no good.’”
