were a spy or something, as hard as it is to get specifics out of you,” she joked, ignoring his narrowed stare. “I just meant couldn’t you give me the courtesy of letting me remain interesting in your eyes just a little longer by not asking me career questions?” “There’s nothing you could say that could make you uninteresting.” Her laughter faded at his quick, confident reply along with the frank male heat in his golden eyes. “What do you have on under that armor?” he asked suddenly. Her eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected question. A smile flickered across his mouth, as if he’d read her stunned reaction. “You’ve got to be uncomfortable. I wanted to bring it up earlier, but I was selfish. I didn’t want you to leave in order to change, for fear you wouldn’t come back.” Heat flooded her cheeks at his compliment. “Oh . . . a tank top and shorts . . . along with the costume’s pants.” He stood and set down his empty glass. He held out his hand to her. “Come on,” he urged. “Let’s get you out of it.”
Beth Kery loves romance, and the more emotionally laden and sexy the romance, the better. She holds a doctorate degree in the behavioral sciences and enjoys using her knowledge of human nature to add depth and intensity to her stories. She is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling novelist of over thirty novels.