"If I can't walk after this, you're the one explaining to Victor how I sprained something in a patch of clover." Felicity put her hands on Voss's shoulders and shifted her weight in his lap. He'd spent the better part of the evening coaxing her to say what she wanted. She had said it quite plainly, and he still had that pleased, patient look on his face. "I swear to God, Voss, if you make me ask again I'll put my dress back on and go give Tommy another marshmallow."
His laugh came out against her breast. "You've driven me to the one thing I swore I'd never do. I'm about to make an important life decision based on whether that idiot gets any more sugar."
