“I’m intrigued about these wedding undergarments I missed.” “Sorry, Frey, that was a onetime deal. I was all decked out in my wedding finery and you took off. You missed that boat, totally.” He grinned again, then whispered, “More fool me.” “Uh . . . hello?” I called then requested, “Can I get up now?” One of his big hands drifted up my back and he said softly, “I must tell you, Finnie, I like you here. You fit well in my lap.”
