Tristan’s eyes grew hazy and he did not entirely seem in control as his hands found my waist again. My lips slid into a wicked grin. I pulled back, and his arms fell away from me. “Until tomorrow, Gates.” He blinked, then exhaled a laugh. He knew precisely what game I was playing. “Temptress.” I took a few jaunty backward steps, still grinning. “If you think I won’t use every weapon in my arsenal, you don’t know me very well.”
