Gemma clutched the counter, patience fraying. “Tansy?” “Hmm?” “Come on,” she pleaded. “Say yes.” Heart pounding against the cage of her chest, Gemma held her breath. Waiting. Hoping. Tansy smiled. “I wasn’t aware I’d been asked a question.” Oh thank God. Gemma exhaled roughly, slumping against the counter. “Shit. You scared me.” Tansy snickered softly, the sound like music to Gemma’s ears. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think this is where you’re supposed to promise me that if I say yes now, you’ll spend as much time on your knees as I want later.” Tansy’s blue eyes were bright, sparkling.
