"I appreciate the invitation, but Dr. Ford is a very busy woman. There's a line to win her favor, and your ticket is number 9999."
Ronan Kendrick frowned. "Who's in line ahead of me? I'll go assassinate them right now."
"All this talk of killing is unseemly. Dr. Ford prefers a gentleman."
'Heh, as if I can't handle you.'
Evelyn Ford was a master at turning the tables.
Sure enough, Ronan Kendrick instantly began to question his entire existence. His eyes grew dangerous, and he even glanced down, assessing himself.
Indeed, he was the furthest thing from "gentlemanly." At times, he was no different from a ravenous wolf.
"Do I have the potential to become a gentlemanly man?"
'He has the potential to become a refined scoundrel, more like.'
But his dead-serious expression made Evelyn Ford want to tease him even more.
"Why do you want to become that kind of man? Won't that be uncomfortable for you?"
"No."
