“You still owe me.”
Of course, I did.
“And the debt collector cometh.”
Of course. Removing my tie, I unbuttoned my collar and grumbled, “What do you have in mind, crazy girl?”
“You’re on the right track.”
She’d laid a trap for me. Not only could I sense it in my gut, I could practically see the damn thing looming in the distance. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find an alternative route to avoid the massive pitfall. “Am I?”
“Mm-hm. You can lose the shirt next.”
The demand took a moment to sink in. “No.”
Settling back into her pillow, she flashed me a smug grin.
“That wasn’t a request, Jeeves.”
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