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I stiffen at the sound of Silvan’s voice. “Thanks, Hugh.”
I’m angry with myself because I knew better.
Again.
When will I ever learn to listen to my damn instincts?
For a moment, I freeze as Silvan climbs into the car. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, so he cuts an imposing figure despite being dressed more casually this evening. His hair is still long, and his facial hair is still trimmed in the style of Uhtred since he was just dressed up as him last night.
His mouth tugs up with pleasure at the sight of me. Or maybe at the sight of my palpable fear.
I like to pretend I look cool and collected, but I know I’m only fooling myself. My mind keeps generating memories of last night when I was alone with him in that Viking bedroom.
I stop the thoughts before they can get more intimate.
“I knew this was a trick.”
Silvan shakes his head. “It wasn’t a trick.”
“You said you’d leave me alone tonight. That’s the only reason I came.”
He cocks a dark eyebrow. “Actually, I said you wouldn’t have toseeme tonight, and that was true. If you’d been obedient and put the blindfold on like I told you to, you wouldn’t have had to see me.”
“That is a very technical loophole.”
He smirks. “Should’ve had your lawyer look it over before you agreed. Too late now.”
“I don’t have a lawyer,” I mutter, even though I know he was joking. “Maybe I should get one,” I say, hoping to sound at least mildly threatening.
“Sure,” he says, leaning back in the seat and making himself comfortable. “You can use mine.”
“That would definitely be a conflict of interest, and I’m fairly sure anyone working for you is outside my budget.”
“Damn. Guess you’ll just have to rely on my honesty, then.”
“That’s like relying on a dinosaur not to eat me,” I mutter.
His smile widens, his dark eyes glinting with amusement, then he playfully gnashes his teeth.
“See?” I shake my head. “Cannot be trusted.”
“If the worst thing I do to you is eat you, then I don’t know what you have to complain about.”
My face heats up as soon as I realize thedouble entendrein what we’re talking about, and he laughs.
“Better watch that pretty mouth around me, farm girl,” he says, still amused. “You might give me ideas, and I assure you, I have enough of my own.”
“I am not interested in any of your ideas.”
“And I’m not interested in your denial,” he shoots back.
“That makes one of us uninterested in something and one of us a criminal,” I inform him.
“Are you attracted to criminals?”
“No.”
“Damn. Well, I’m only technically a criminal if I get caught, right?”
