He would do everything she said – as if! She was quite tempted to see just how far Bascun would go with his blatant lie, the knowledge of it filling her belly with warmth. She couldn’t remember a single dog to be as loyal and now he, a grown up man with mind of his own was giving her such lies? Sit? Dance? Hop on one leg like the bride in that movie about a prince from Zamunda visiting America?
She was still staring, she realized, when she noticed him shifting his weight from one leg to another. Then her attention went on the old woman sleeping on the chair not far from where they stood and her libido took a dive. Veronica sighed. Continue reading “Kinswoman – chapter 7”