“That flutter is mine. Only mine.” “Huh?” I waited, giving her a minute to understand. No other man got that flutter. The sparkle in her gaze dimmed, like a sheer curtain had been draped across a window. “Don’t talk like that.” “Like what?” “Jas.” She unwrapped her legs, wiggling to be set down, but my hold on her only tightened. “Promise me, Eloise. Don’t give it to anyone else.”
