Page 242 of Black Reign

The honesty in it knocks the teasing answer out of me.

I lower the cup.

“Am I disappointing?”

His brow furrows.

“Is that a serious question?”

“Maybe.”

He moves closer.

Not much.

Enough.

“No.”

One word.

Absolute.

“Drew was expecting a blonde.”

“Drew expects blondes everywhere.”

“You were too.”

“For approximately thirty minutes.”

I smile.

“Big blue eyes.”

“I'll kill him.”

“Big boobs.”

His eyes close.

I laugh.

“Sabine.”

“What?”

“He will never be allowed to describe a woman to me again.”

“Were you disappointed?”

His eyes open.

Drop briefly.

Return to mine.

The slow heat in that look sends a chill down my spine.