“My God. Something else we agree on.” Leo gave the companion a half-mocking, half-uneasy glance. “We have to stop doing this, Marks. My stomach is starting to turn.” “Please do not say that word,” she snapped. “Stomach? Why not?” “It is indelicate to refer to your anatomy.” She gave his tall form a disdainful glance. “And I assure you, no one has any interest in it.” “You think not? I’ll have you know, Marks, that scores of women have remarked on my—” “Ramsay,” Cam interrupted, giving him a warning glance.
