Rousseau is more the punch first, think later sort. Understanding dawned in BD’s amber eyes and he tugged Bethany’s hand away from his mouth, kissing it apologetically. “Public displays of affection aren’t the issue here, okay? And keep your voice down.” I distinctly remember a certain store’s dressing roo-oomph!”Īngelique tried to hide her smile when Bethany whirled around and covered her husband’s mouth with her hand. And it’s not as if you don’t enjoy a touch of risk now and then. “What? You didn’t marry a puritan, Blue Eyes. You are definitely my favorite Rousseau.”īethany dug her elbow into his ribs and he winced. He snared Angelique’s gaze, one side of his mouth quirking upward. Could he turn it off so quickly then? She’d never been that good at hiding her emotions, and right now she was a tangled mass of nerves-not to mention frustration, embarrassment and unbelievable arousal.īethany sent her a sympathetic glance just as her husband appeared behind her.īD raised one elegant eyebrow as he took in the situation. READ MOREĪngelique peered around his broad shoulders to study his face. “I appreciate the circumspection.” Gabriel sounded strange.

We told them we saw her head toward the front door, and that we thought you’d gone home.” She shoved a scrap of red lace into her pocket and tried to focus on the hushed conversation going on in front of her.īethany sounded strained. She looked up at Gabriel, thankful that he’d moved to stand between her and Bethany as she got to her feet and hopped herself back into her jeans. Her jeans and the remnants of her thong were a bit more difficult of a proposition. She cursed silently as her sluggish hands readjusted her blouse, covering her breasts. The unfortunately familiar female voice sent Angelique and Gabriel scrambling away from each other.

Dangerous by R.G. Alexander