“Not in the least.” He looked completely unruffled. “This is a long game, Mari.” My fingers fumbled over my arrows, dropping one to the grass. He picked it up for me with an amused look and I mumbled a thanks as I took it. He’d never called me Mari before. A dozen people or more called me that. But not him. Never him. I gave my head a shake. It was just a name. But he said it with such intimacy, such ease, that I was nearly undone. And if him saying my name undid me, I could only imagine what a kiss might do.
