One side of her mouth curled upward. “Well, you could lift me up... or something.”
With the last two words, her broad smile turned predatory yet seductive, destroying any residual thoughts of giving up on her.
Gasps echoed around the room from the twenty, or so students now in the room. Brick struggled to remember exactly when they’d shown up. Had they witnessed his heroics? Was his cover blown now? He found he didn’t care. Tish was in his arms.
“And if I choose the or something?”
“It could be wild and wonderful; I might draw blood or maybe both. You willing to take the risk, Brick?”
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