Laszlo tried to leave again after Conall and I had finished eating, but the wolf was wily and charming, and instead we found ourselves around the fire. I'd started on the opposite end of the couch as Conall, but somewhere after a third glass of wine I realized I'd been coaxed to his side, my head resting on his lap and long fingers stroking through my hair and down my arm, the wide collar of the gown I wore pushed down to bare one shoulder. His touch was hot and teasing, provocative without being explicit, and the wine left me relaxed.
