Stevens stared into the distance, a faraway look in his eyes. Decision flickered across his stony face. “Okay.” He paused, staring unashamedly at her. “Dammit, Barbara. They could kill me for the thoughts I’m having.”
“Can’t kill a man on his thoughts, Tab.”
“This is Wercha. They can kill me for farting in public.”
It might have been intended as a joke, but he wasn’t laughing. Determination firmed his jaw, making him even more handsome. Uncaring of anything, Penny stood on tiptoe, planting a soft, lingering kiss on his lips.
“I’ll help you with this. Not to further my career, but because you’ve asked me.”
© 2016 Dellani Oakes